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01.10.2008.

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20.09.2008.

.....The Game ft. 50 Cent,T.I,Young Buck-I'm a King.......

(50 Cent)
I never said anything, I never take anything back
(Young Buck)
Well you kinda heard me speaking
"You ain't a crip like Snoop, you ain't a blood like Game"
And i was speaking on Game without knowing him
but now, you know alot of these dudes jump in the game
and they rap artists, and that's exactly what they is
but they not what they say they are when they rap it

(T.I.)
Everybody wanna be the king of the south when,
they ain't runnin the damn thing with they mouth
no doubt, it's all good, y'all just stay in y'all opinions
but in the South and in the hood it's understood without saying
it's a given, and it ain't cause what i'm doin for a livin'
it's more because of what i'm doin how i'm livin
not to mention when i'm rappin, i'm just hurtin niggas feelings
And still chillin on somethin that's into healing
Man, permissions from the Click to continue to keep it pimpin'
but while the crack was in the house, the record sale went thru the ceiling
so say what you want, and do what you please
but for fun i shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees
i run a record label and a crew of G's
so niggas'll come and look for you if you sneeze
or even breathe the wrong way
you better do what the song say and be easy, else it'll be a long day

I'm a king - bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
I'm a king - you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in your dreams
I'm a king - top topic of all of your magazines
I'm a king - head of the body, leader of the team
I'm a king - remember I can get your block knocked off
I'm a king - a Bentley coupe with the top chopped off
I'm a king - I'm connectin nationwide but in the South
I'm a king - just respect it and keep my name out'cha mouth

(The Game)
Everybody wanna be the King of the West
but, they ain't runnin the damn thing in the West
that's to bad, it's all good, they just speakin they minds
stand on top of the Hollywood sign, you can see that it's mine
I'd rather die, motherfucker, than give up my throne
my crown is a Dodger fitted, California's my home
and it's known when the drama pop off, i bring the chrome
so nigga leave me alone, 'fore i start living my songs
i made a killin drug dealin, some people say i'm a villain
went from choppin' in the house, to the top of rap gettin millions
so watch your mouth, unless you ready to bleed
cause to me, murderin wack mc's is somethin like a disease
top down in the Impala, so i can ride in the breeze
and where i'm from, niggas throwin up B's and C's
so make a turn the wrong way, think about what the song say
and be easy, else it'll be a long day

I'm a king - bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
I'm a king - you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in your dreams
I'm a king - top topic of all of your magazines
I'm a king - head of the body, leader of the team
I'm a king - remember I can get your block knocked off
I'm a king - impala with the top chopped off
I'm a king - I'm connectin nationwide but in the West
I'm a king - disrespect it i hit your brains with the tech

Keep your eyes off my throne and your hands off my crown
or get your ass layed back,
Keep your eyes off my throne and your hands off my crown
or get your ass layed back,
Fuckin with Black Wall Street & Pimp Click
get layed out like a drunk, on the late-late
so haters hate, the hell with all the hearsay
from wednesday to tuesday, T.I.P. act a fool, hey

I'm a king - bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
I'm a king - you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in your dreams
I'm a king - top topic of all of your magazines
I'm a king - head of the body, leader of the team
I'm a king - remember I can get your block knocked off
I'm a king - a Bentley coupe with the top knocked off
I'm a king - I'm connectin nationwide but in the West
I'm a king - disrespect it i hit your brains with the tech

13.09.2008.

.........Bushido-Alles Verloren........

[Vers 1]:

Mir fließt das Ghetto durch die Pulsadern,
ich gebe dir dafür die Schuld Vater,
dass bei uns damals die Bullen da waren.
So wie ich ist diese halbe scheiß Nation,
wir sind den heißen Tropfen auf dem kalten Stein gewohnt.
Lass doch mal die Lügen sein,
wir knacken dafür keine Schlösser und das SEK tritt dafür keine Türen ein.
Sag mir endlich, wann kommt Ali aus dem Knast,
ich hoffe nur, ich gib dir mit dem Lied ein bisschen Kraft.
Ich bin der, der die Regeln bricht
und du wirst angehalten,
weil du als Kanacke in ’nem AMG-Mercedes sitzt.
Du bist für sie nur wie Dreck und sie schließen dich weg
und dann wird nie gesagt, ich handel nicht politisch korrekt.
Wir gern würden mich die Wichser in die Zelle bringen,
weil in meiner Fangemeinde eh nur Kriminelle sind.
Ihr seid nur unzufrieden, deswegen wollt ihr mir den Mund verbieten,
ich hab keine Lust, meinen Mund zu schließen.

[Refrain 1x]:

Kannst du das Ghetto sehn, kannst du es sehn,
kannst du im Ghetto sehn, wie alles verkommt, denn sie hat alles verloren.
Kannst du die Tränen sehn, kannst du sie sehn,
sie würde nur zu gern dem Alltag entkommen, sie wartet auf ihre Chance.
Kannst du das Ghetto sehn, kannst du es sehn,
kannst du sehn wie er den Job jetzt verliert, denn er hat alles verloren.
Kannst du das Ghetto sehn, kannst du es sehn und jetzt sag mir nochmal,
ich schau nicht nach vorn, wir haben alles verloren.

[Vers 2]:

Für deine Eltern jetzt der Alptraum in Person,
das ist Gangsterrap, denn ich rappe für ein paar Millionen.
Ja, der Kritiker spekuliert und ich gib ihm jetzt ´ne Hilfe,
ich bin vorbestraft, asozial und tätowiert.
Gut erkannt, hier rappt der Junge über Knast,
beim Echo fühlte ich mich wie ein unerwünschter Gast.
Falsches Lachen, denn sie hassen mich, ich spür den krassen Neid,
ja ich bin der Typ, der im Supermarkt in Kassen greift.
Ihr wollt das echte Leben, dann lasst mich aussprechen,
ich kann noch mehr, als nur Autotüren aufbrechen.
Kannst du sehen, wie sich die Wolkendecke völlig schließt,
mein ganzer Lebensstile wird mich noch in die Hölle ziehen.

Ihr könnt mir den Tot wünschen, ich möchte einfach in den siebten Himmel,
doch ich find mich in den sieben Totsünden.
Das ist sieben Junge, das hier ist das siebte Album
und ich bewahre immer noch die Haltung

[Refrain]:

Kannst du das Ghetto sehn, kannst du es sehn,
kannst du im Ghetto sehn, wie alles verkommt, denn sie hat alles verloren.
Kannst du die Tränen sehn, kannst du sie sehn,
sie würde nur zu gern dem Alltag entkommen, sie wartet auf ihre Chance.
Kannst du das Ghetto sehn, kannst du es sehn,
kannst du sehn wie er den Job jetzt verliert, denn er hat alles verloren.
Kannst du das Ghetto sehn, kannst du es sehn und jetzt sag mir nochmal,
ich schau nicht nach vorn, wir haben alles verloren.

[Vers 3]:

Ich habe diesen Weg hier ausgesucht
und mag der Weg auch wieder steinig werden,
scheiß drauf, ich gehe die Strecke auch zu Fuß.
Was wollt ihr mir nur erzählen, ihr seid ein Haufen Opfer,
ein Haufen Opfer, das mal gerade frisch ausgekotzt hat.
Scheißegal, wieviel Geld ich schon verdient hab,
ich bleib für immer dieser Junge, der gedielt hat.
Ich mach den Unterricht, den Unterricht für die Unterschicht, Fresse,
es gibt keinen, der mich unterbricht.
Sie versuchen mir die Art zu Rappen auszureden,
man, dabei haben sie uns vor langer Zeit schon aufgegeben.
Ihr könnt mich abführen, hunderttausend Kriminelle die mein Album kaufen,
könnt ihr diese Macht spüren.
Ihr könnt mich wegsperren, ihr könnt mich observieren,
die Langeweile treibt mich dazu euch zu provozieren.
Es gibt keine Konkurrenz und ich ficke eure Artgenossen,
ich bin jetzt zurück, jetzt wird scharf geschossen.

[Refrain]:

Kannst du das Ghetto sehn, kannst du es sehn,
kannst du im Ghetto sehn, wie alles verkommt, denn sie hat alles verloren.
Kannst du die Tränen sehn, kannst du sie sehn,
sie würde nur zu gern dem Alltag entkommen, sie wartet auf ihre Chance.
Kannst du das Ghetto sehn, kannst du es sehn,
kannst du sehn wie er den Job jetzt verliert, denn er hat alles verloren.
Kannst du das Ghetto sehn, kannst du es sehn und jetzt sag mir nochmal,
ich schau nicht nach vorn, wir haben alles verloren

11.09.2008.

........50 Cent ft. Eminem,Dr. Dre-Encore.........

                                                        [50] Sh-sh-sh-SHA-DY! Aftermath

[Em] Ha ha, G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
[50] Ha ha! (Ha ha)

[Chorus: 50 + Eminem]
Cause we came here to set this party off right
Let's bounce toniiiiiight
And if they don't let us in through the front do'
Come through the siiiiiide
Cause I don't wanna ever leave the game without
at least saying goodbyyyyyye
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
scream one last tiiiiiime

[Eminem]
Get your ass up for the Doctor, one more time
Get your ass up for the Doctor, c'mon now!
Here we go, cliffhanger, it's another club banger
Got you hangin on the edge of your seat, get on down

[Dr. Dre]
Time's up, game's over, you lose, I win
Bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here
Ooh yeah, new year, next phase begin
Look who's got you goin crazy again
I'ma trend, I set one every time I'm in
I go out and just come back full circle again
You a fad, that means you somethin that we already had
But once you're gone you don't come back

[Eminem]
Too bad, you're off the map now, radar can't even find you
We stay on the grind you slip, we out-grind you
You walk around mad you let your anger blind you
We walk around just playin the violin behind you
Enough with all the pissin and moanin, whinin and bitchin
Sit and observe, listen you'll learn if you pay attention
Why I send multi-platinum albums, later three diamond
Worldwide, we on the charts with a bullet, and still climbin

[Chorus]

[Em] When Dr. Dre says crunk, you will get it crunk!
[Dr] Get it crunk (CRUNK, CRUNK, CRUNK)
[Em] And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and
[50] Jump (JUMP, JUMP, JUMP)

[Dr. Dre]
The buzz is tremendous, we drop you artists censored
I don't gotta promote it, for you to know that Doc is off the benches

[Eminem]
We keep the party rockin off the hinges
We ain't showin off, we're just goin off, popular contentions

[Dr. Dre]
But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk, Doc is all
washed up, knock it off, who the fuck is Doc impressin?
Doctor's this, Doctor's that, you got the wrong impression
You must be on the cock of Doc, cause Doc left you all guessin
So DJ take the needle and just drop it on the record {*crackle*} WHAT?
We gon' have this motherfucker hoppin in a second (PUMP PUMP)
That's why we always save the best cut last
to make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass

[Eminem]
Cause we done swam with the sharks, wrestled with alligators
Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers whom if it
wasn't for rap to bridge the gap maybe raised to be racist
Who may have never got to see our faces
Graced the cover of Rolling Stone pages, broke down barriers
of language and races, just call on the caped crusaders
and leave it to me and Dre to pass the mic and we can play the
back and forth all day like the hot potato game that's why we came to

[Chorus]

[Eminem] 50 Cent, c'mon!

[50 Cent]
Bounce now, hands up, you know how we do
We make the club jump, everywhere we go
It's no secret, everybody know
When Dre's involved, there's plenty money involved

[Dr. Dre]
And plenty honies involved, the sunny Sundays and palm trees
Cali, every day is just another party from the valleys
All the way to them 8 Mile alleys, let's rally

[Eminem]
Hands up for the grand finale
Now raise up out your seat, Dre's about to speak
Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week

[Dr. Dre]
You can catch me in the studio, bangin out the beats to
provide you with the heat that keep blazin out your speaker

[Eminem]
So never say never cause Shady/Aftermath together
along with G-Unit Records, presents the return of
The, The Doc (and Shady) no one can do it better
We tear the club up and leave without a shred of evidence that uh

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
Yeah! Ha ha
Still Aftermath, 2006
And don't worry bout that "Detox" album, it's comin
We gon' make Dre do it (ha ha)
50 Cent, G-Unit
Obie Trice, D-Twizy, Stat Quo, Dr. Dre, we ain't leavin
Let's go! Ha ha
Ladies and gentlemen
Thank you all for comin out
PEACE!

{*crowd cheers to fade and chants "Em-i-nem*}

[Eminem] Oh shit, I almost forgot, you're comin with me!
{*gunshots*}
[Eminem] {*laughing*}
{*scream*}
[Eminem] {*laughing*} Bye bye!
07.09.2008.

.........Lloyd Banks ft. Dj Whoo Kid-Playboy.....

(feat. DJ Whoo Kid)
[DJ Whoo Kid:] Aw man , can I get a raw please
Is y’all ready, is y’all ready
For the main event, Damn
Lloyd Banks

[Verse 1]

Guess who’s the man this winter straight out the land of sinners
The Range with hella spinners check out the white wrist
Roll with the damn winners or you and your man’s finished
You and your Rams fitted turn off the light switch
Holdin’ my torch down even when the force ‘round
You let your wife roll she want a divorce now
You niggas ain’t this gully playas’ll paint ya skully
You’ll never take this from me
The riders and the gangstas with me
([Whoo Kid:] God Damn)
You shouldn’t be a problem I ain’t be a problem
See ya later, I read ya head you be a Rodman (What)
I know ya type, hoppin all over the beat screamin’
You call it hypin’ yaself up I call it street dreamin’
I do it for all of the haters the playas ball with the gators
They lookin’ forward to favors gossip is all they gave us
You niggas wasn’t quiet, meet the whales and fishes (Whoo)
You lit the precinct up playin’ tattle tale with the snitches
Even my momma knows I got all kind of hoes
They wait outside the show stripped after the diner closed
I’ll be designer clothes without the winer woes
Take off my baby blue mink and Carolina bowls
Come here, take a look inside a entertainer’s closet
I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorainna Bobbit
Niggas stay and pocket
I know you’re made at me but shit ain’t all peaches and cream
And I ain’t Sara Lee bitch (C’mon)

[Chorus]
Don’t ice me
You starin’ at the wrong one
There’s a lot of girls here
Go and get up on one (What)
We at the bar poppin’ bottles ‘til they all gone
If you ain’t leavin’ here wit us
You gon’ walk home (Whoo)
Go someone else where
They know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on each side
Keep your mouth closed, we don’t let the beef ride

(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(God Damn Let’s Go)

[Verse 2]

I do this for the hood, niggas stuck in the slammer
I smile cuz I’m good, you act tough for the camera (Whoo)
Learn from the hood kids, they ain’t fuckin’ wit Santa
Cuz they like Tupac more, (Word) Word to my grandma
I figure I might as well leave here with my glock drawn
Cuz they’ll take you to jail even when you not wrong
Dog your not this flashy, dogs you got to blast me
Every rock is classy, nobody on your block can match me (Whoo)
You shouldn’t want to fight, unless you wanna fight
For your life in the Hospital for hundred nights
I know your type, run behind your girlfriend rushin’
You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin’
I’m on the beach in Miami, cellular reachin’ my family
All the weekend in panties from Puerto Rican canny
You niggas wasn’t tough, I should’ve snapped some pics
You wear ya pants tight, play pitty pat wit the chicks (Damn)
Even my father knows where the revolver goes
I bring the beef to ya front door like Dominoes
And my diamonds froze that means my time froze
Be in the club from when it’s poppin’ ‘til the time it close (What)
Half of these so-called real niggas’ll probably sing
Naw I ain’t pullin’ over, learned that from Rodney King
So tell ya homey chill you know I hold the steel
Everything from jabs to hooks and you ain’t Holyfield, nigga (Damn)

[Chorus]
Don’t ice me
You starin’ at the wrong one (Whoo)
There’s a lot of girls here
Go and get up on one
We at the bar poppin’ bottles ‘til they all gone
If you ain’t leavin’ here wit us
You gon’ walk home
Go someone else where
They know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on each side
Keep your mouth closed, we don’t let the beef ride

Everybody on the left get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
Everybody on the right get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
Everybody up front get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
And everybody out back get yo hands up (What)
And if you in here wit a strap get yo hands up (What)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
What, man fuck what he said
Man put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Ohhhhhhhh
([Lloyd Banks] what Whoo Kid)

04.09.2008.

.........Lil Wayne-Fireman.........

[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out

[Verse 1]
Ain't nobody fuckin with me man, Heatman
Ski Mask spending next weeks cash, he fast
And I don't even need a G pass I'm pass that
I'm passing em out now and you can't have that
And my chain Toucan Sam
That tropical colors you can't match that
Gotta be abstract
You catch my gal legs open betta smash that
Don't be surprise if she ask where the cash at
I see she wearing them jeans that show her butt crack
My girls can't wear that why that's where my stash at
I put my mack down that's where you lack at
She need her candlelit and I'ma wax that
I rekindle the flame
She remember the name
It's Weezy Baby January December the same
Mama gimme that brain
Mama gimme that good
Cause I'm the fireman
You hear the firetruck

[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out

Fresh on campus it's the Birdman Jr
Money too long teachers put away ya rulers
Raw tune not a cartoon
No shirt, tattoos, and some walk wounds
I'm hot but the car cool
She wet that's a carpool
Been in that water since a youngin you just shark food
Quick Draw McGraw I went to art school
Yeah the lights is bright but I got a sharp fuse
Don't snooze
Been handling the game so long my thumb bruise
Ya new girlfriend is old news
Yeen got enough green and she so blue yeah
Cash Money Records where dreams come true
Everything is easy baby leave it up to Weezy Baby
Put it in the pot let it steam let it brew
Now watch it melt don't burn ya self

[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out

Ridin' by myself well really not really
So heavy in the trunk make the car pop-a-wheelie
Who? Weezy Baby or call me Young Baby
My money 360, you only 180
Half of the game too lazy
Still sleepin' on me but I'm bout to wake em
Yep! I'm bout to take em to New Orleans and bake em
Yeah it's hot down here take a walk with Satan yeah
Come on mama let The Carter make ya
Toss ya like a fruit salad strawberry crape ya
They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature
Addicted to the game like Jordan and Peyton
Yall in a race and me I'm at the finish line
They running foot too long it's time to gimme mine
Straight down ya chimney in ya living room is I
Weezy allergic to wintertime... hot

[Chorus]
I'm the Fireman
Fire, Fa, Fireman
I got that fire I'm hollering
I got that fire come and try me and
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out
You can spark it up and I'ma put you out

01.09.2008.

...........Kanye West ft. Dwele-Flashing Lights.........

(feat. Dwele)

Flashing lights, lights
Flashing lights, lights
Flashing lights, lights
Flashing lights, lights

[Kanye West]
She don't believe in shootin' stars,
but she believe in shoes & cars
Wood floors in the new apartment,
couture from the store's department
You more like L'eau de Stardee shit,
I'm more of the, trips to Florida
Order the h'orderves, views of the Water
Straight from the page of your favorite author
And the weather so breezy,
man why can't life always be this easy
She in the mirror dancing so sleazy,
I get a call like where are you Yeezy
Try to hit you with a 'Oeur de Whopee'
Till I get flashed by the paparazzi
Damn, these nigga's got me,
I hate these nigga's more than the Nazis

[Dwele]
As I recall, I know you love to show off
But I never thought that you would take it this far
What do I know? Flashing lights, lights
What do I know? Flashing lights, lights

[Kanye West]
I know it's been a while,
Sweetheart, we hard-ly talk, I was doing my thing
I know I was foul bay-bay,
a-bay late-ly you been all on my brain,
And if somebody would've told me a month ago
Fronting though, yo I wouldn't wanna know
If somebody would've told me a year ago
it'd go, get this difficult
Feeling like Katrina with no fema
Like Martin with no Gina
Like a flight with no visa
First class with the seat back I still see ya
In my past, you on the other side of the glass
Of my memory's museum,
I'm just saying, Hey Mona Lisa,
come home you know you can't Rome without Caesar

[Dwele]
As I recall, I know you love to show off
But I never thought that you would take it this far
What do I know? Flashing lights, lights
What do I know? Flashing lights, lights

As you recall, you know I love to show off
But you never thought that I would take it this far
What do you know? Flashing lights, lights
What do you know? Flashing lights, lights

Flashing lights, lights
Flashing lights, lights

[Fade out]
Lights, lights, lights, lights...

30.08.2008.

.........50 Cent ft. Snoop Dogg-P.I.M.P(remix)...........

[Snoop Dogg]
Yea you did it again my nigga fo shizzle dizzle

[50 Cent]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P
Were internationaly known and locally respected
Boy i know you done heard about me

[50 Cent]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P
Were internationaly known and locally respected
boy i know you done heard about me
Im a P.I.M.P

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a blood up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm cuz im a g
And im a motherfuckin C.R.I.P

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm and im a g
And im a motherfuckin P.I.M.P

[Snoop Dogg]
Yo that shit is crazy whoo kid rewind that play that back

[50 Cent]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P
Were internationaly known and locally respected
Boy i know you done heard about me

[50 Cent]
F-I-F-T-Y C-E-N-T & S-N-Double O-P
Were internationaly known and locally respected
boy i know you done heard about me
Im a P.I.M.P

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a blood up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm cuz im a g
And im a motherfuckin C.R.I.P

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm and im a g
And im a motherfuckin P.I.M.P

[Snoop Dogg]
yea bitch i got my now & later gators on
im bout to show you how my pimp hand is way strong
you dead wrong if you think that pimpin gonna die
12 piece with a 100 whores by my side
im down with that nigga 50 like im down with blue
fuck cuz naw nigga motherfuck you
G-U-N-I-Tizzy
fuckin with me and the D-P-Gizzy
niggas in new york know how doggy get down
i got my niggas in queens i got my bitches uptown
i got my bidnez in manhattan i aint fuckin around
i got some butter pecan puerto ricans from the boogie down
thats waitin on me to return so they can snatch these braids out and put my shit in a perm word
they love it when i get to cryptin and spittin this mackin magnificent pimpin

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm and im a g
Cuz im a motherfuckin C.R.I.P

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm cuz im a g
And im a motherfuckin P.I.M.P

[50 Cent]
its G-unit and the D.P.G
from new york city to the L.B.C
ill break it down for ya im a p.i.m.p
when my gun go off nigga ask about me
nigga look what done happen to the bitch done chose
my wrist done froze ill show you how i lick dem hoes
i spit that g that be fuckin with theyre brain
have em on tha track when its freezin in the rain
so cream on the bitch with the nerve to complain
like digidevan you catch a date you be want
you say you want the finer things in life you got to go out and get it
and ill be right here waitin when you come down to the kid
see i was born to break a bitch my instructions a nigga bitch
i got me a new york knicks,celtics,and a laker bitch
i got that g that make these hoes have a change of heart
im a natural ive been good at this from the start

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a blood up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm and im a g
Cuz im a motherfuckin C.R.I.P

[Snoop Dogg]
I dont know what you heard about me
But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me
I drive a cadilac wear a perm cuz im a g
And im a motherfuckin P.I.M.P

[Snoop Dogg]
pimpin

pimpin

pimpin

pimpin

[DJ Whoo Kid]
Its goin down now wit 50 and big Snoop Dogg and tha Arch Bishop Don "Magic" Juan ridin shotgun wit Whoo kid tha straight
up pimp
Its crackalackin its pimps up you know its hoes down
Its green for tha money
Gold for tha honey
We off and we runnin wit 50 and Snoop Dogg in tha mackalennium
Keep it down playa
Pimps up you know tha rest chuh

24.08.2008.

........Beogradski Sindikat-Od Sranja Se Ne Bezi......

Malo cemo morati ipak dripackije...

Od sranja se ne bezhi (bezhi, brzhe, bezhi) (bezhi zhebr brzo),
i sve sto imas reshi (ajde resi to) (ajmo, sada reshi),
Ako ne mozesh sam i ako nije tvoj dan, s nekim se povezhi

[Ogi]
Nego, bash pre neki dan, po kraju neshto shetao
tu, dole, kod mene na uglu, iz dosade zablejao
Sunce bilo jako, ja iskljuchio se, zverao
dobaciv’o gospodjama, znam da nisam trebao
Kad, digla se prashina, kola staju ispred mene
**** mi ulazi pod ruchnu, ne zna normalno da skrene
Upadam kroz shiber, shta je, jel te neko juri
kazhe, vec 3 sata ispred gajbe stoje mu panduri.
Pa shta je bilo, shta si zasr’o, shta si sad poludeo?
Ma de znam, jesi normalan, evo, sad sam se probudio!
Chekaj, dobro, chekaj, stani, chekaj, sve cemo da sredimo
nismo indijanci, tu, od murije da bezhimo
Nego, samo lagano, bez ikakve panike
do keve Jevrosime, idemo do njihove stanice
Da poprichamo s njima kada ne nose utoke
imam neke ljude tamo, duguju mi usluge

Ref.

[Blazha]
Evo, ovako da vam priznam, nekad mislim da sve znam
da sam iznad svega namazan, i da bash sve mogu sam
Al’ onda dodje onaj dan, kad sam leg’o mrtav umoran
pa sam celo jutro bunovan, a i grad je nesto sumoran
Samo pakujem probleme, sve se svalilo na mene
ajd’ sto od ruke mi ne ide, nego shto nishta ni da krene
Onda, ja dok tako lutam krajem zaglavim na teren
sednem, posle pola cuhke uhvatim sebe da se smejem
Ista, izguljena klupa, ista iz detinjstva grupa
isto ljuta, isto luda, mi smo isto, trista cuda
I puno truda trebace, al’ bar nisam vise smoren
i ovaj ruzni dan, sad je za akciju k’o stvoren

Ref.

[Dare]
Znash ona jutra kad se probudish prazan?
Prazan kao flashe od sinoc sto se vuku po podu
Prazan ti je i krevet, nema je da te povuche nazad
pa samo sedish prazne glave dok obaveze zovu
I onda prodje ceo dan, a da ne znash gde je otishao
i dodje onaj momenat kada neizvrsh te uhvati
Kada umoran si, spava ti se, a ne mozhesh da dozvolish
da ne izadjesh negde, samo malo svest da pomutish
Pa pozoves ekipu, da vidish gde je ko
shta se radi, gde se kriju, el mozda ima neka akcija?
Da posle dana punog cimanja i bezvoljnog tinjanja
barem neki osmeh uhvatish, makar ga lomio do svitanja.
I uvek nadje se neko, a da nije bilo ko
da se pridruzhi za stolom, da podeli taj plen sa tobom
Da od sranja svih mogucih i od stanja u koja se dovodish
izvuces taman toliko da barem sutra jutro ispunish.

Ref.

21.08.2008.

........N.W.A-Exspress Yourself.........

Yo, man... There's a lot of brothers out there flakin' and perpetratin
But scared to kick reality.
Man, you've been doing all this dope producing.
You had a chance to show 'em what time it is...
So, what you want me to do?
Express Yourself...

I'm expressin' with my full capabilities,
And now I'm livin' in correctional facilities,
Cause some don't agree with how I do this.
I get straight, meditate like a Buddhist
I'm droppin' flava, my behaviour is heriditery,
But my technique is very necessary.
Blame it on Ice Cube... Because he says it gets funky
When you got a subject and a predacit.
Add it on a dope beat
And that'll make you think.
Some suckaz just tickle me pink
To my stomache. 'Cause they don't flow like this one.
You know what? I won't hesitate to dis one
Or two before I'm through.
So don't try to sing this!
Some drop science
While I'm droppin' English.
Even if Yella
Makes it a-capella
I still express, yo, I don't smoke weed or a sess.
Cause its known to give a brother brain damage.
And brain damage on the mic don't manage
Nuthin'
But makin' a sucker and you equal.
Don't be another sequel...

Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...

Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...

Now, gettin' back to the PG.
That's program, and it's easy.
Dre is back. Newjacks, I mean hollow,
Expressin' ain't their subject
Because they like to follow
The words, the style, the trend,
The records I spin.
Again and again and again
Yo, you on the other end.
Whatch a brother playin' dope rhymes with no help.
There's no fessin' and guessin'
While I'm expressin myself.
It's crazy to see people be
What society wants them to be. But not me!
Ruthless...
Is the way to go
They know.
Others say rhymes that fail
To be original.
Or they kill where the hiphop starts,
Forget about the ghetto
And rap for the pop charts.
Some musicians curse at home
But scared to use profanity
When up on the microphone.
Yeah, they want reality.
But you won't hear none.
They rather exaggerate, a little fiction.
Some say no to drugs and take a stand,
But after the show they go lookin' for the dopeman.
Or they ban my group from the radio.
Hear NWA and say "Hell no!".
But you know it ain't all about wealth.
As long as you make a note to...

Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...

Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...

Express Yourself...
From the heart.
Cause if you wanna start to move up the chart
Then expression is a big part of it.
You ain't efficient when you flow
You ain't swift, movin' like a tortoise.
Full of rigor mortis.
There's a little bit more to show
I got rhymes in my mind, and better like an embryo.
Or a lesson - all of 'em expression
And if you start fessin' -
I got a Smith and Wessun
For you.
I might ignore your record
Because it has no bottom.
I get loose in the summer. When in spring and autumn
It's Dre on the mic, gettin' physical.
Doin' the job
NWA is the lynch mob!
Yes, I'm a cob?
But you know you need this.
And the knowledge is growin'
Just like a foetus, or a tumor.
But here's the rumor:
Dre is in the neighborhood
And he's up to no good.
When I start expressin' myself,
Yella, slam it!
Cause If I stay funky like this I'm doin' damage.
Or I'mma be too hyped,
And need a straight jacket.
I got knowledge and other suckaers lack it.
So, when you see Dre, a DJ on the mic,
Ask what it's like.
It's like we gettin' hype tonight.
Cause if I strike
It ain't for your good health.
But I won't strike if you just...

Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...

Express Yourself...
Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...

Express Yourself...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it...
Come on and do it...

17.08.2008.

........Dr.Dre ft. Snoop Dogg,Dat Nigga Daz-Lil Ghetto Boy........


"Lil' Ghetto Boy"
(feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg, Dat Nigga Daz)

[Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

Wake up, jumped out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2 Dead
Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you save me
I'm only 18, so I'm a young buck
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck
But that's the life of a G, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in they chest
Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs
Getting a rep as a young hog
It ain't nuttin like the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo clip, cuz ain't no fist fight
So I guess I gots ta handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time

[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz]

Lil' ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What'cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility

[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]

Now, I'm 'trolling the dove, sitting on swoll
27 years old, off on parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the money
That I'm making as soon as I touch the street
Things done changed but it's alright
Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right
But it ain't no thing to me
'Cause now I'm what they call a loced-assed O.G.
The little homies from the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get wit 'cause I'm down respect trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what'cha wanna do
Didn't know we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his back
I'm grab his pockets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground wit blood on my hands
I didn't understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I use to be the same way back
I guess that's what I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little homies for they bread

[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz]

Lil' ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What'cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility

[Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

Something for the real OG's to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run and play
Like every single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie
No need to be uncalm if you pack right
And learning just enuff to keep your sack right
Late nights, I wonder what they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo'
Seven young G's but they serve down
In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now
Not thinking about what's really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts around me
But now I'm back at the pound
And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them ends you can make
'Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your mama to trip
'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip

[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz]

Lil' ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What'cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility

15.08.2008.

.........N.W.A ft. Snoop Dogg-Chin Check........

Artist: N.W.A (Dr. Dre, Ice Cube, MC Ren, Snoop Dogg)

Album: Next Friday OST

Song: Chin Check

Typed by: stupid350@hotmail.com


[911 dispatch] 911, forty reporting

[woman] hello 911, help me, help me

[911 dispatch] what is your emergency

[woman] there's someone in my house, there's someone in my house

[911 dispatch] can you please run by your address for me

[woman] 151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah

[911 dispatch] ma'am where inside the house are you

[woman] (oh my god)

[911 dispatch] ma'am where inside the house are you

[woman] in my room, their in my room

[911 dispatch] ma'am calm down, deputies are on the way

is the door locked

[woman] (shriek)

[911 dispatch] ma'am?


[2x] N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a


[Ice Cube]

(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) What the fuck's up Dre

[Dr Dre]

You tell me, you talk to Ren

[MC Ren]

Im right here nigga

(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a) Release the hound

[Snoop Dogg]

Bow wow wow

Wha wha wha what what what, what


[Ice Cube]

I'm a Nigga Wit an Attitude thanks to y'all

And I don't give a fuck I keep it gangsta y'all

I'ma ride for my side in the C.P.T.

God bless the memory of Eazy-E

If it wadn't for me where the fuck you'd be?

Rappin like the Treacherous Three, fuckin cowards

I'd have seen Dre rockin parties for hours

And I'd have seen Ren fuckin bitches from Howard

And I'd have seen Snoop give away Eddie Bauer's

So fuck Jerry Heller and the white superpowers


[MC Ren]

This the shit niggaz kill for

They hear the villain niggaz spittin' with them nigga flows

Fuck you hoes, fuck you bitch ass niggaz too

Got something for you broke

These niggaz wearin' skirts like the pope

Who them niggaz that you love to get (us)

Who them niggaz that you fuckin' wit' (us)

Love the girl that weed and shit (what)

The saga continues, with the worlds most dangerous group

Four deep in the coup

(Im a spill it)


[Chorus]

I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)

I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)

I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)

cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma nigga til I diz-ie

(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)

I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)

I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)

(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)

I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)

cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma motherfuckin nigga til I diz-ie


[Dr Dre]

A pencil, a pen, or a glock

Im the original, subliminal, subterranium

Titianium, criminal minded, swift

D-R-E with that fuck a bitch shit (fuck a biatch)

A couple o' notes and get you hog-tied in rope

Dope like tons of coke, cutthroat

You don't want the pistols to whistle

Candy paint impala

I make hoes pop collars


[Snoop Dogg]

God damn hoes, here we go again

Fuckin with Ren, playin' to win

(he got the) coke in hand, (I got the) juice and gin

Same shit you was fuckin wit way back then

We keep it crackin' from the actin to the jackin

G'ed up C'ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up

We all on deck fool so put your heat up

I stay on deck so me don't get wet


[Ice Cube]

Look my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots

Let's get together, make a record, why the fuck not?

[MC Ren] Why the fuck not?

[Dr Dre] Why the fuck not?

[Snoop Dogg] Why the fuck not?

[Ice Cube] Cause I'm tight as the night

I had to wipe activator off the mic, in 1985


[Snoop Dogg]

(N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a)

Real niggaz, biatch, you know, ha hah


[Ice Cube]

We cause tragedy, erratically

Systematically, in your house without a key

How fucked up that'd be

Gat'll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery


[Dr Dre]

Assault and battery, cus we coming with that street mentality

Straight west coast rider academy

Concrete nigga, that's my reality

[Snoop Dogg] We tend to bus' on niggaz that get mad at me

[Dr Dre] Was it a bitch in the mix

[Snoop Dogg] Well it had to be


[Dr Dre]

Lying tricks told them dicks I had a key

Hoes make the world harder than it have to be

(Yea thats right)


[Chorus]

I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)

I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)

I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)

cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma nigga til I diz-ie


I'ma smoke where I wanna smoke (fuck that)

I'ma choke who I wanna choke (fuck that)

I'ma ride where I wanna ride (fuck that)

cause I'ma nigga 4 life, so I'ma motherfuckin nigga til I diz-ie


[6x] N N, dup dup, dup double u, a a, a a

14.08.2008.

........The Game ft. Busta Rhymes-Like Father,Like Son......

[Verse 1: The Game]

June 30th, 11:07 I got that call
She 8 centimeters, my lil\' man about to fall
Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall
Deja vu, like I been here before
I\'m feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born
Dre, I\'m about to have a bad boy, family in the lobby
See my nigga Church, \"What Up,\" shit I left the camcorder in the truck
Running through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweating
I swear to God every minute\'s starting to feel like a second
I seen Hell staring down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
My son\'s ultrasound the closest I ever been to Heaven
Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it\'s last minute
Put the chronic in the air, a little hash in it
Spread my wings, If only I could fly
Why fight to live homie?, If we only living to die

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That\'s all I wanted for you young\'n, like Father, like Son

But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you young\'n, like Father, like Son

My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you

[Verse 2: The Game]

They say every time somebody die a child is born
So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son
11:32, she screaming at the top of her lungs
I\'m panicking, nurse yelling for the doctor to come
All I could remember was lamaze class, breathe baby
\"One (one), two (two), three (three), four (four),\" I see the head
Doc busting through the door, he between the legs
He see the head, it\'s my baby boy
11:46, the head out, she screaming, making crazy noise
Pain is love, my stomach folding like a La-Z-Boy
I\'m feeling like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly\'s
Voices singing to me, sound like Teena Marie
I\'m calling niggas on tour, \"Jayo tell ? I just cut the umbilical cord\"
11:57, a soldier is born, and he\'s flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Coran

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That\'s all I wanted for you young\'n, like Father, like Son

But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you young\'n, like Father, like Son

My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you

[Verse 3: The Game]

I wanna thank Dr. ? and Nurse Theresa, for bringing my baby boy to life
You birthed a Caesar, And my baby Mama, Aliska
For pushing out a 10-pound, 4-ounce Mini-Me, I still can\'t believe it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like your Daddy
I die before you grow up and be just like your Daddy, or your Grandfather
Call Uncle ?, tell him I got a son and I ain\'t even in Harlem
I\'m popping Cris with your Godfathers, Baron Davis and \"D-Mack\" Darius Rogers
Drop the top on the \'71, with my face in the clouds, Lord spare my son
And watch over Aaron Wright, T\'Yan and Lil\' Pun
Lowriding, banging \"Ready to Die,\" track number 1
If I bust 5 times and they never see the sun
My life is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun, one

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That\'s all I wanted for you young\'n, like Father, like Son

But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you young\'n, like Father, like Son

My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you

I hope you grow up to become that everything you can be
That\'s all I wanted for you young\'n, like Father, like Son

But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you young\'n, like Father, like Son

My little man, your day is coming, coming, your day is coming, I tell you
And when it comes, just keep it running, running, just keep it running, I tell you

24.07.2008.

........Frenkie-Izgubljeni Snovi.....

REFREN:

Idi sad druze moj
Ljubav i pozdrav mi odnesi mojoj ti
Putu mom tu je kraj
Umoran ovde ja cu stati, zelim mir

Na kraju svake priče ti ostanu lijepi snovi,
maštovite priče o lovi i sjećanja na lijepe dane,
ja rušim zidove iz glave i gledam život sa strane,
posmatram stare jarane koji pucaju kao grane.
Ponekad je strah me, slušat te priče, šta me se tiče,
al trebao sam poslušat barem jedno biće,
najboljog jarana koji u pomoć viče.
Prestani pričat o tim furkama na drogi,
super je tebi na bobi al to je samo stepenica niže,
dan dolazi bliže kad će ti i ona dojadit,
i prestat da te diže i već vidim hitna kako stiže.
A tebi u ruci igla je zabodena,
stara ti je doživjela slom i u bolnicu odvedena,
a tvoj stari se na sahrani na mene dere što te nisam pazio,
ja sam tek to shvatio kad sam sliku u džep stavio.
Sad ti gledam sliku i sjećam se kad smo pili,
prvi put travu pušili i govorili jebo hemiju,
trebao si mi biti kum, dvije glave jedan um,
prije sam mogo puno više uticat na tebe.
A sad listam prošlo vrijeme gledam gdje smo pali,
ali nema buraz, jedno poglavje u toj priči fali,
prije smo se talili za albume nove,
onda si se talio za bobe i roko tramale kod rođe.
I non stop si zvao mene na rave party da dođem,
kako pomoć drugom ako tim putem pođe?
Nikad se nisam furo na ulogu vođe,
a kod tebe sam fakat jedno vrijeme možda čak i trebo.
Primijetio sam jer si me drugačije gledo,
nisi ko prije se zezo, al mi nisi nikad ništa reko,
možda si me tako ustvari u pomoć zvao
al ja to nisam znao, samo da si mi jedan znak dao.
I onu jaknu kad si prodo, ja sam kasnije skonto zašto,
imao si dug kod dilera on ti nije prašto,
one priče o skidanju sad znam da si mašto,
prije sam ti vjerovo a kasnije si me samo lago.
Jedan bez drugog prije nije nikde mako,
kasnije si furo s kim si stigo, i gdje god si lovu digo,
sve s sa nekim lafo jaranima na gadro spičko,
govorio si kako su ti oni pravi jarani.
Al svako je vidio da je to interes u stvari,
de mi Frenkie cenera pozajmi i sutra navrati,
i jebo mater ako ti ja sve sutra odma ne vratim,
najkasnije tad, sve sam trebo znat.
Al nisam mogo verovat, sad se osjećam kriv,
I nemogu da se pomirim i ta gubitak da primim,
da sam te barem kod tvojih roditelja izdo,
kad si onom taxistu zbog onih par maraka izbo.
I onaj nakit kad si onog dana od stare ukro,
skonto sam da si preduboko u to sranje upo,
sitnice budu u meni i one slike stare,
zajedničke gide i upute tvoje kak se cure bare.
I tvoj mlađi brat na tebe sada pravo liči,
nekad kad ga vidim zovem ga imenom tvojim,
al za njega se ne bojim, on neće tvojim putem ići,
svaki dan na trening piči, s tim će još daleko stići.
Biće pravi jebač kao što smo uvijek govorili,
mi smo se za trebe borili a njemu dolaze sad same,
i to ne one glupače ko nama nego prave dame,
i uvijek kad ga vidim jako ko tebe ga grlim.
Stara ti od onog dana nije baš više ista,
i dalje ti je soba čista, nikom ne da da dira ništa.
Uvijek pita jel neka tvoja stara majica kod mene,
jer treba da bude sve čisto i spremno za tebe.
Uvijek se ježim kad s njom u istoj sobi sjedim,
a brat, svaki dan čvrsto grli i ljubi nju,
a ona priča s tobom k'o da si za stolom tu,
i uvijek kaže Frenkie vrati majicu nemoj da bi zaboravio.
Stari ti se popravio, i on je dosta propatio,
al ozdravio i na kraju svega fino se oporavio,
često nazove, pita treba li mi love,
zeza za široke tole i glumi neke reperske fore (yo, yo)
Znaš bolan kako nas je uvijek zezo prije,
samo što mu sad osmjeh na licu isti nije,
nedostaješ mi brate, neki ne mogu da shvate,
kako tuga tolko traje i zašto ne živim više dalje.
Jarane ne mogu, ko da si mi iščupo nogu,
s tobom umro je i dio mene a onaj drugi vene.
Sto nastupa sam tebi posvetio i nadam se da sam se barem malo promijenio i opametio,
nisam znao da mi droga može druga otet,
znam sad ne mogu vratit vrijeme i iz početka počet,
al naveče kad legnem da spavam.... vidim te opet i opet
Na kraju svake priče ti ostanu lijepi snovi,
maštovite priče o lovi i sijećanja na lijepe dane,
ja rušim zidove iz glave i gledam život sa strane,
posmatram stare jarane koji pucaju kao grane.
Ponekad strah me....

REFREN

24.07.2008.

........Obie Trice ft. Akon-Snitch..........

(feat. Akon)

[Intro: Obie Trice + (Eminem) {Akon}]
{Convict}
(Yeah,haha haha SHADY)
{Convict Music}
(Guess who's back)
Still here, haters
{Akon & Obie Trice, Yeah}
Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?
Whatcha gonna do?
{Take em on back to the street}

[Chorus: Akon]
I keep the 40 cal on my side,
Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster,
See a nigga pass by,
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya,
Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale,
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon lace you,
Just don't, whatever you do, Snitch
Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah

[Obie Trice]
It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga
It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member
Once he got pinched, coincided with law
Same homie say he lay it down for the boy
Brought game squad around ours
How could it be? Been homies since Superman draws
Only foniness never came to par
He had us, a true neighborhood actor
Had his back with K's
Now we see through him like X-Ray's
Cuffed in that Adam car
No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war
Knowing not to cross those resevoir dogs
You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable
When we invest in team, it's to the death fo sho

[Hook]
No ex and oh's, tex calicos
Aim at your chest nicca

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]
We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest
Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's
Recondences when we peep enemies on us
Been in these corners, sellin like anything on us
Knowing heaven has shown us being devil's minors
That ain't got shit to do with the tea in China
We gon keep the grind up til death come find us
Mean time leanin in them European whips reclined up
It's an eye for an eye for the riders
We ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors
Po Pos is cowards, there's no you, it's ours
We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder
Who woulda known he would fold and cower
Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds
So...

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]
Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full
So he move to a rural area to keep cool
They snitchin on a snitch now, there's nothin to tell
Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell
Ain't tryin to meet new faces, this don't interest me
Even if we bubble slow, we get it eventually
No penitentary, there will be no climincy
You will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century
These cats is rats now, the streets need decon
That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on em
Stop snitchin, you asked for the life your living
This act is not permitted, Nowhere on the map, It is
Forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you been in it
Along with em and then snitch and become hidden
So...

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]
You rat bastard

23.07.2008.

........DMX-We Don't Give A Fuck........


[Chorus 2X]

Uhh used to be my dog you was in my left titty
Scream RYDE OR DIE I thought you would die wit me
Found out you a bitch you can't even ryde wit me
Now it's a war you ain't on the side wit me

[DMX]

When it rain, niggaz get wet, stay dry
Don't cross me, I compete the snake eye
Just lost you, left your shadow in the dark
Fucked around it forced me to hit the shadow with a spark
Blew your shit apart, now it's two halves of one nigga
"Look at him", I said after a few laughs, "Dumb nigga
Stupid is as stupid does cocksucker
And look what being stupid does, get you shot sucker
I let you get too close and you bit me
I suppose it went on for too long you tried to hit me
Thought you was wit me
Well you might as well forget me, cuz from this point on
It's war, it won't stop until one of us is gone
I'm still mad at myself for lettin that shit go down
Somebody shoulda told me I was fuckin wit a clown
And I think they found and let.. you.. nigga.. drown
....you know how shit get around

[Chorus - 2X]

Aiyyo X fuck them niggaz, them niggaz ain't your dogs
Better treat like some cats and shake they ass to the floor
Ben seen the foul shit put the guns in him
Lil wanna be you so why you run wit him
Can't trust niggaz no further than you can throw 'em
You don't wanna murder the niggaz, then you blow 'em
Your using your style, that make 'em yo child
Then he shouldn't make a move till he hear it from yo mouth
We don't allow snakes runnin wit dogs
Tell them ain't nothing like a funeral it's gonna be yours
Double R, and I ain't here to start trouble god
But if they wasn't your niggaz I would have been hit 'em hard
Niggaz look like they phony, sound like they phony
Run around actin like motherfucker's homies
We all make mistakes, that's part of the breaks
But you can still call the apes we bringin the duct tape
And the broomstick them bitch-ass niggaz is gettin raped
Know how we ryde, whoever on they side they die
And we ain't tryin to be blind,fuck eye for eye
Cuz we only takin yours, you know the dogs motherfucker

[Chorus - 2X]

[DMX]
There was always something there, but I just couldn't touch it
Wasn't something that would hurt me, so a nigga said "Fuck it"
I let it slide, laughed and joked let it ride
And now that you done killed it, I'm glad that it died
It's aiight, I know where you live, I'm just waitin
Till we knock on your front door, and let you meet Satan
It's what you get for hatin, fuck you faggot
I never did trust you faggot, I'll bust you faggot
What you done forgot about the streets is this
Do a grimy nigga like you do a grimy bitch
Just stop fuckin wit him, got no more rap
No more, "Yo what's up, D?" no more that
Be lucky if I don't spit in your face, off a GP
And what? bitch-ass nigga, you can't beat me
Don't take it as a loss, just take it as a lesson
Next time think twice or get iced wit the Wessun
NIGGA

[Chorus - 2X]

22.07.2008.

.........Dr. Dre ft. Defari, Xzibit,Knoc-Turn'al,Time Bomb,Mc Ren-Some LA Niggaz.........

"Some L.A. Niggaz"
(feat. Defari, Xzibit, Knoc-Turn'al, Time Bomb)

[MC Ren]
Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker
(West West y'all)
Yeah, L.A. niggaz
L.A. niggaz rule the world nigga
Y'all niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggaz don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, droppin heat box on y'all bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin? You gotta recognize
L.A. niggaz, connected all over the motherfuckin world, nigga
Recognize this

[Time Bomb]
Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd from the feet up
Blued up from the Zoo, a pi' grew up
Loc'n, smokin and drinkin til we threw up (threw up)
At ?? Park, taggin, hittin fools up
Ditchin my class, just to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all niggaz quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I manuever, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin [King T starts speakin, indecipherable]

[King T]
I'm comin "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch
From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre twistin wit Tha Liks
and Hittman bought a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick tick (BOOM)
Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine sold seperate, check it
From sundown to sunup -- clown done run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what?

[Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al, Kokane]

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and back heat
Requirements for survival each day -- in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act this way -- in L.A.!

[Hittman]
Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt - cause I spit like gats do
cock me back
Bust caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you
Blast you, for that set you claim (where you from?)
Mash on you for your turkish chain, C.K. B.K.
Blued up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped niggaz get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants hang below my waistline
I look humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline
don't waste my time
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass bitches
Hawaiian thai, drive-by, six-fo's on switches

[Xzibit]
I was raised in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
Slugs for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin on us can suck a dick
If I catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor
Better than yours, drivin away gettin head from a whore
It's AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin with me might get you banned from TV,
cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your health
like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself

[Defari]
Five in the mornin, burglars at my do'
Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer
Let em come in BLAOW he see the thunder roll
Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo'
and bruise by the case
SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but can't find no openings

[Chorus]

[Outro]
In L.A.

That's how we ride [4X]

21.07.2008.

.........The Game ft. Nas-Why you Hate The Game.........

[Nas]
Y'all know what it is...
The streets named me Illmatic, for that I'm still at it..
Can't hate us....
Fellas...
[Verse 1]
Vice behind me on the intersection,
Sex and drugs, my anthology on perfection,
Dress superb, admired by conspirers,
Who wanna try me, but ain't high enough to four-five me up,
Child of the eighties, y'all n***as is lazy,
Complain about labour pains, n***a show me the baby,
And my n***a Game, light another L, pass the bottle,
Pro-black, I don't take cotton out of aspirin bottles,
Yeah, I learnt my lessons, and heard y'all snitchin',
Witnessin' you rockin'(?) with Nas, confirmed my suspicion,
Green fatigues on, My n***as I bleed for 'em,
I can show 'em the water, but can't make 'em drink it,
And I can show 'em my fortunes but can't force 'em to think rich,
And still I don't abort 'em (?) when and if they sink quick,
Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge,
And pray to fans, let Murder Inc. live...
[8 Bars... kind of]
[The Game]
I don't talk about my guns, n***a I just blaze....
[Verse 2]
'Pac is watchin', Big is listenin',
While Pun talkin' to us, Jam Jay still spinnin',
To every n***a listenin'
I was supposed to be amongst kings, my Mom shouted out at my Christening.
And while you still listenin', Shyne locked in a man hole,
Cam got shot inside his lambo', sample, life is a gamble,
15 years old red rag around my hand, My sisters used to laugh and call me 'Rambo',
Seen Eazy's legacy melt away like a candle,
I rekindled the flame,
Dre created The Game,
N***a with an attitude from the cloth I came,
Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain.
Keep the crown, clown, I rock an LA Dodger Fitted,
I showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down with it,
Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out of bounds with it.
Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga, N***a
[8 Bars]
[Verse 3]
Me and nasty puffin', this a classic, trust me,
How you gon' pass the dutchie (?) to them n***as that don't love me,
I'm talkin' n***as that never wanted to see me on top,
Same n***as that never wanted to see the Doctor's Advocate drop, flop, I think not,
I'll fuck you rap n***as like virgins,
Dre took my training wheels off his curtains.
I don't need no encore, no claps, no cheers,
The Game ain't over, this the beginning of my career,
The ending of yours, the endin of his,
Like Flavor Flav's clock, I'm back to handle my biz,
N*gga, it's Game Time, that was Dre's favorite line,
Back when proof was in the booth and I recited his lines,
And I still think about my n***a from time to time,
Make me wanna call 50, and let him know what's on my mind,
But I just hold back cuz we ain't beefin like that,
He aint Big, and I ain't Pac, and we just eatin off rap.
One love.
[8 Bars]
I'll do Marsha's bit if you want, but it seems kinda pointless.
I thought Nas was on point with his multis, the cotton line is a bit old though.

20.07.2008.

........Chris Brown ft. Jordin-No Air..........

Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air?

[Jordin]
If I should die before I wake
It's cause you took my breath away
Losing you is like living in a world with no air, oh

[Chris]
I’m here alone, didn’t wanna leave
My heart won’t move, it’s incomplete
Wish there was a way that I can make you understand

[Jordin]
But how
Do you expect me, to live alone with just me?
‘Cause my world revolves around you
It’s so hard for me to breathe


[Chorus-Both]
Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air?
Can’t live, can’t breathe with no air
That’s how I feel whenever you ain’t there
There’s no air, no air

Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gon live without me?
If you ain’t here, I just can’t breathe
There’s no air, no air
No air air, No air air
No air air, No air air

[Chris]
I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew,
Right off the ground to float to you
There’s no gravity to hold me down, for real

[Jordin]
But somehow I’m still alive inside
You took my breath but I survived
I don’t know how but I don’t even care


[Both]
So how do you expect me, to live alone with just me?
‘Cause my world revolves around you
It’s so hard for me to breathe


[Chorus-Both]
Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air?
Can’t live, can’t breathe with no air
That’s how I feel whenever you ain’t there
There’s no air, no air

Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you goin live without me?
If you ain’t here I just can’t breathe
There’s no air, no air
No air air, No air air
No air air, No air air

No more

No air

Baby

There's no air, no air

Hey, oOoOo

Oooooooooooooh

[Chorus-Both]
Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air?
Can’t live, can’t breathe with no air
That’s how I feel whenever you ain’t there
There’s no air, no air
Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gon live without me?
If you ain’t here I just can’t breathe
There’s no air, no air
[Jordin]
(Do you expect me, to live alone with just me
Cause my world revolves around you, It's so hard for me to breathe)

[Both]
Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air?
Can't live, can't breathe with no air
That's how I feel whenever you ain't there
There's no air, no air

[Outro-Both]
Got me out here in the water so deep

Tell me how you gonna be without me?

If you ain’t here I just can’t breathe

There’s no air, no air
No air air, No air air
No air air,

No air

19.07.2008.

........G-Unit-I'm So Hood..........

[50 Cent]

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Little Tyrone Toddy gettin' his ass whipped so he holdin' that gat down
His momma think it's my fault cause he listen to back down
Bobby was a fucking bum he pumpin' ??? now
He keeps her fresh chicks white T's and fitted hats now
Uncle Rock-a-whiner we wont put the yack down
Erica the jump shop but he's smoking crack now
The Lunatics the Lost Boys cheap shit is wack now
Country boots shrowden crackers got him on his back now
And Sean runnin' round with his gat now
Up in niggaz cribs sayin' where that money at pound
And Saundra from BK I seen her out in Houston
That bitch travel the world she runnin' round boostin'
And Toya got these bad ass kids they a nusince
Their baby daddy's never come around they useless
Everynow and then I come through on some new shit
Pearly white six and some chrome deuce deuce.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I'm so hood, I can't help it
I'm so hood, I can't help it
Love me for being me
Cause I can't change it can't rearrange it I am what I am.
So love me for being me.

I'm so hood, I can't help it
I'm so hood, I can't help it
Love me for being me
Cause I can't change it can't rearrange it I am what I am.
So love me for being me.

[50 Cent]

Now Im'a six man momma told me god don't like ugly
I fell scraped my face and thought god must don't love me
So Owen every morning before he sell dope
Niggaz keep whoopin' that ass cause he sell soap.
Charlie be beggin' all the time he stay broke
Flip be down on 109 rollin' up smoke
Chamie he a thief catch a stunt in a stolen car
He that nigga that you call when you crash and need new parts-acap

17.07.2008.

........Baby Bash ft. T-Pain-Cyclone..........

(feat. T-Pain)

(Oh oh oh its fud a dud a nine)

[Chorus:]
She moves her body like a cyclone
And she makes me want to do it all night long
Going hard when they turn us by night song
Because she moves her body like a cyclone
Just like a cyclone
She moves her body like a cyclone
And she makes me want to do it all night long
Going hard when they turn us by night song
Because she moves her body like a cyclone
A mighty cyclone

I look at that double on the back a that bumper
She aint even playin when shes shakin that rumpa
And for who you dont know
She gett lower than them other
Even wit her girl friends
Shes show stoppin wit a hustla
The way she move her body
She might see the masaratti
She tryin a put it on me
Tryin to show me her tsunami
She make it hard to copy
Always tight and never sloppy
And got an onturage
And her own papparazzi
Now ther she go again
Ridin through the stormy whether
You better button up if you wantta gonna get
Cause it is what it is
And everybody wanna love her
But when she pop it boy you better run for cover

[Chorus:]
She moves her body like a cyclone
And she makes me want to do it all night long
Going hard when they turn us by night song
Because she moves her body like a cyclone
Just like a cyclone
She moves her body like a cyclone
And she makes me want to do it all night long
Going hard when they turn us by night song
Because she moves her body like a cyclone
A mighty cyclone

(she comes around)
When she breaks them boys of a typoon
(it comes around)
Better get that fatyy like a boss typoon
(it comes around)
Now hold it steady cause she make a mysoon
(comes around)
Now you can google down below the i-tunes
She what im sayin
She aint playin
And she got them heads turnin
You gonna her it clack-clack
When them heals get to burnin
(clack-clack)
Its a little so flake off
She got her on leggwa
And got us all doin right now

[Chorus:]
She moves her body like a cyclone
And she makes me want to do it all night long
Going hard when they turn us by night song
Because she moves her body like a cyclone
Just like a cyclone
She moves her body like a cyclone
And she makes me want to do it all night long
Going hard when they turn us by night song
Because she moves her body like a cyclone
A mighty cyclone

Shortie got looks
And shortie got class
Shortie got hips
And shortie got a##
Plus she hit the stage
She drop it down low like
(rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew)
Ahh this is crazy
Its amazing
She must be the way to the ladies
She be lookin like
(rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew)

[Chorus:]
She moves her body like a cyclone
And she makes me want to do it all night long
Going hard when they turn us by night song
Because she moves her body like a cyclone
Just like a cyclone
She moves her body like a cyclone
And she makes me want to do it all night long
Going hard when they turn us by night song
Because she moves her body like a cyclone
A mighty cyclone

(rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew rew)
Ohh

16.07.2008.

...........Lil Wayne-Lolipop...........

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Ow…
Uh Huh No Homo…
Young Mula Baby
I say he so sweet
Make her wanna lick the rapper
So I let her lick the wrapper

[Bridge: Static Major + (Lil Wayne)]
She she lick me
Like a lollipop (Yeah)
She she lick me
Like a lollipop (Yeah)
She she lick
Like a lollipop (Yeah)
She lick
Me Like a lollipop

[Chorus: Static Major + Lil Wayne (x2)]
Shawty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Ya lovely lady lumps

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Come On Yeah Okay
Lil mama had a swag like mine
She even wear her hair
Down her back like mine
I make her feel right
When its wrong like lyin'
Man she ain't never
Had a love like mine
But Man I ain't never
Seen an ass like hers
That pussy in my mouth
Had me loss for words
Told her to back it up
Like berp berp
And I made that ass jump
Like jerp jerp
And thats when she

[Bridge: Static Major + (Lil Wayne)]
She lick me
Like a lollipop (Oh yeah I like that)
She lick me
Like a lollipop (I like that)
She lick me
Like a lollipop (I like that)
She lick me
Like a lollipop

[Chorus: Static Major + (Lil Wayne)] (2x)

[Verse 2:Lil Wayne + Static Major]
(Static Major)
Ooooooooo
Okay after you back it up
Then stop drop it down
Drop that shit
Dra-drop it like its hot
Oooooooooh
Drop it like its hot
Do do do it shawty
Don't stop
(Lil Wayne)
Shawty said the nigga
That she with ain't shit
Shawty said the nigga
That she with ain't this
Shawty said the nigga
That she with can't hit
But shawty Imma hit it, hit it,
Like I can't miss
And He can't do this
And He don't do that
Shawty need a refund
Needa bring that nigga back
Just like a refund
I make her bring that ass back
And she bring that ass back
Because I Like That

[Chorus 2: Static Major + (Lil Wayne)]

[Bridge: Static Major + (Lil Wayne)]
Shawty wanna li-li-li-lick me
Like a lollipop
Shawty wanna li-li-li-lick me
Like a lollipop
Shawty wanna lick me
Like a lollipop
She lick me
Like a lollipop
(I Let her lick the wrapper)

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

[Break: Static Major (x4)]
Call me so I can
Make it juicy for you
Call me so I can
Get it juicy for you

[Chorus: Static Major + Lil Wayne (2x)]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I get her on top
She drop it like it's hot
And when I'm at the bottom
She Hilary Rodham (Ha)
The Middle of the Bed (Yeah)
Give and gettin' head (Huh)
Give and gettin' head (Huh)
Give and gettin' head (Ha)
I said hmmmm (I like that)
Say hmmmm (Yeah I like that)
I said hmmmm (Yea I like that)
Hmmhmmm
Call me so I can
Come and do it for you
Call me so I can
Come and prove it for you
Call me so I can
Make it juicy for you
Call me so I can
Get it juicy for you

[Outro: Static Major + (Lil Wayne)]
Shawty wanna li-li-li-lick me
Like a lollipop (Hahaha)
She She li-li-li-lick me
Like a lollipop (I say he so sweet
Make her wanna lick the rapper)
She She lick me
Like a lollipop (And She Do)
She lick me
Like a lollipop
(So I let her lick the wrapper)

15.07.2008.

........Beogradski Sindikat-Pravo Kroz Vetar......

Sedim u kaficu i ljude posmatram sa strane
i vremena se secam kad sam imo dane tamne
kada nisam znao gde cu, svuda pakao i sranje
kad sam mastao o sreci zivot merio na grame,
sa drugom se srecem tako prica i polazi
bucno krecu se vozovi ni jedan slucajni prolaznik,
na sve strane lazem zasto nema te u skoli
i ne znam sta da kazem kada pitaju me tvoji,
a kuci da ne zovem profi kao reko sve, kao bolestan
si gadno da ti stalno nosim lekove,
a sad mi brzo pricaj zasto zvao si me ovde,
ovo nam je stek za frku,mnogo gadan problem,
pokazuje mi ruku,znam zato te i zovem,
jer ti verujem ko drugu, jer sam poco da
se bodem, sta neverujem u venu si se puko.
Sjebo sam se skroz tako krenuo i navuko.
Sta tako krenuo i navuko,jer sam ja to dobro cuo,
pa ti si takve tuko, maltretirao i pljuvo.
znam da jesam, znam sve ovo je greska,
veruj znam i nas dogovor i tu granicu sam preso,
Brate bice tesko al sam s tobom od pocetka,
za sve ima leka idemo treninzi ko nekad,
jer ovde stoji jedan i za pakao spreman,
ceka da krene uz tebe na bilo koju neman.
Od tad prosle su godine al brate isto
mi nedostajes, jer ljude s takvim srcem
vise ne upoznajem, bezponosno se secam dok gledam pod,
tebra ako bude frke gore tu sam, zovi ako treba.

ref. *2

Da li znas, kako zivim svaki dan, i jos uvek
nasmejan, kroz ovo more problema ja plovim
pravo kroz vetar.

Srecem ortaka iz kraja on je na dopu godinama,
prica ostao je bez stana pa sad po hodnicima spava,
nekad je bio lik do jaja mogo si se zakleti
u njega, a sad tu stoji krezav i bedan,
senke ko da nema. A secam se kad smo bili deca koliko
smo se gadili svega dok smo gledali starije dzanke,
kako propadaju od reda, i mogao sam tada glavu da dam
da nas druga sudbina ceka a sada kada ga pogledam
samo pomislim kakva steta, i savest me izjeda jer se
tripujem da sam mogao da mu pomognem da se izvuce
mesto sto sam ruke digao, da sam ga barem druknuo
pa tek onda da sam m ustukuo barem njegovi da
su saznali pre nego sto se prvo puknuo.
Sada bi i oni bili zivi a i on bi imao neku sansu
da su ga poslali u Moskvu dok jos nije bilo kasno.
A ja sam samo gledao i cutao i pustio ga da vene,
mislio sam shvatice da ce moci da se prene,
da nece dozvoliti da se sjebe da je to samo
trenutna faza nisam znao sta je djavo, stvar od
svakog jaca. I sad na ivici placa nemocno gledam
drugara, ova moja prokleta dusa jedna gnojava rana,
i zato zelim reci vama kojima je gudra do jaja
da se ne zajebavate jer cete sjebati i one koje
volite, da necete moci da se vratite i ako
tripujete da mozete, jer i oni sto su propali su isto
tako mislili, a sad su samo grobovi gorki tripovi i
secanja, ne na ono sto su bili vec na ono sto su
postali.

ref. *6

13.07.2008.

........50 Cent-Wanksta......

[Intro: 50 Cent]
It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50
Break it down
I got a lot of living to do before I die
And I ain't got tyme to waste
Let's make it

[50 Cent]
You said you a gansta but you neva pop nuttin'
You said you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin'
You ain't a friend of mine, (huh)
You ain't no kin of mine, (nah)
What makes you think that I'ma run up on you with tha nine
We do this all tha tyme, right now we on tha grind
So hurry up and copy and go selling nicks and dimes
Shorty she so fyne, I gotta make her mine
A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind
I crush 'em everytime, punch 'em with every line
I'm fuckin with they mind
I make 'em press rewind
They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme
Been on parole since 94 cause I commit tha crime
I send you my line, I did it three ta nine
If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes

[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent]
You said you a gangsta
But you neva pop nuttin
You said you a wanksta
And you need to stop frontin'
You go to the dealership
But you neva cop nuttin'
You been hustlin a long tyme
And you ain't got nuttin

[Verse 2]
Damn Homie, in highschool you was tha man, homie
What tha fuck happened to you?
I got tha sickest vendetta when it come to tha chedda
And if you play wit my paper, you gotta meet my berretta
Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta
I'm livin once than deada, I know I can do betta
She look good but I know she after my chedda
She tryna get in my pockets, homie and I ain't gonna let her
Be easy, stop tha bullshit, you get your whole crew wet
We in tha club doin' the same ol' two step
Gorilla unit cuz they say we bugged out
Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast we thugged out

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse 3]
Me I'm no mobsta, me I'm no gangsta
Me I'm no hitman, me I'm jus me, me
Me I'm no wanksta, me I'm no acta
But it's me you see on your TV
Cuz I hustle baby, this rap shit is so easy
I'm gettin' what you get for a brick to talk greasy
By any means, partner, I got to eat on these streets
If you play me close, for sure I'm gonna pop my heat
Niggas sayin they goin murd' 50, how?
We ridin 'round with guns the size of Lil Bow Wow
What you know about AK's and AR 15's?
Equipped with night vision, shell catchers and dem things, huh

[Chorus 2X]

13.07.2008.

........Beogradski Sindikat-Niko ne moze da Zna......

Kako otvoris oci vec znas da ceka te borba,
kao kroz resetke kroz prozor gledas :Daleko je sloboda
i ako si odan i boris se na strani dobra
cim izadjes na ulicu osetis gorcinu zivota.
Narod trpi dok smradovi se bogate,ja nemogu da cutim
ne dozvoljavam da me poraze,kamen pada sa srca kao na papir suza,
jedini ventil moja zika esencija Beogradskog bluza.
Da li osecas patnju provucenu kroz svaki stih,da li osecas
bol koji ko motiv koristim nakon prepreka svih puteva trnovitih
rane su zarasle dobro nece se ponoviti.
Svetlost ugledao sam jasno i ka njoj se krecem pokrecem lavinu emocija
u potrazi srece prepusten sebi,vodjen instiktima u surovom svetu gde jaci
slabijeg jede cim ovaj napravi gresku.
Svi znate kako je tesko kada prazno je zato moje ljudstvo, moj sindikat,moja snaga je
sloboda moga naroda tako daleko je al ne gubim nadu dok god se istina provlaci kroz redove.


Kao da sam ceo zivot sanjao,a sad se budim ovo je moja zemlja, ovo nisu moji ljudi.
Kazu:Ovde nemas sta da trazis,bolje miran budi jer ovde kadija te tuzi ovde kadija ti sudi;.
Gledam skrnavljena groblja,nepostuju ni mrtve,gledam spaljene kuce,gledam spaljene crkve.
Kazu:gledaj nasu snagu mi smo nepobedivi;pitam:znate li za Boga;
kazu:sila Boga ne moli;.
Pazite na ovom polju koplja su se lomila,pravoslavlje u Srba vera nesalomiva
jer to je zemlja hranila, to je majka rodila, to je snaga branila ,to je vera vodila.

ref.Niko ne moze da zna sta to sapuce vetar niko ne moze da zna sta nosi grom iz vedra neba,nevreme se sprema iznad geta pada zvezda moja zelja moja zebnja je nocas ova zemlja 2x


2004. prolazi mojih ljudi i dalje puni su zatvori na drevnoj zemlji uzurpatori,tudja ruka nam red zavodi,
znakovi djavolji,transporter na barikadi nas nagoni da se drzimo po strani bez naglih pokreta,a kamoli
da ih imamo na kameri kako senluce po nasoj bastini dosli su iz picke materine da ucare nesto
na nasoj nemastini,a ko ce da nas zastiti moji ljudi i daje nisu slobodni taj osecaj da su bez pomoci,
ko nocna mora me progoni.I politicari sto su dosli sve su dusmanima prodali a ovde se po skupstini sire kako su
Bog zna kako pomogli.Beograd nezna za patnje onih retkih sto su ostali zar smo u trci za boljim zivotom;
preko noci hladni postali.ZVONE ZVONA U PANICI,PADA BOMBA NA MANASTIR SRBI NEDAJTE POHLEPI DA NAS
U NASOJ MUCI ZAVADI.MOZDA MI JESMO DINOSAURUSI ONA VRSTA KOJA ODLAZI I ZIVIMO U NASIM SNOVIMA
GDE NIKO NE MOZE DA NAS PORAZI I NEMA TE FLOSKULE KOJA BI MOGLA BOL DA IZRAZI JA OPET DOLE SILAZIM
AKO TREBA KRV CE PRICATI

Ref.

IZMEDJU BUNKERA I SNAJPERA SLOBODA JE ZATVOR,PORED TRANSPORTERA U PARKU ZIVOT JE NAPOR.
prdim POKRETE TUDJINA OVO JE ZRTVAMA SUDJENJE NAMA POTREBNO BUDJENJE LAZI DOSTA JE I MUCENJA
IZA IBRA KO LINIJE NASIH PUNE SU CELIJE OVDE UJEDINJENE DELUJU SVE DJAVOLJE LEGIJE,PA MOJE U BLOKU
ZNAM PO SUZI U OKU A KOJI TO MOGU STOJE UPRKOS BOLU.ARNAUTSKE KOBRE U HODU NAS UJEDAJU ZA NOGU,
A OTROV U KRVI GLASNO POZIVA NA BORBU JER ZELJA DA OTMU SVE ONO STO JE NAJDRAZE TERA MI GORKU
PLJUVACKU U USTA.KO KAD STRANCI ME UHAPSE NA MENE KEROVE PUSTE DA ME ZAPLASE VEZANOG DOK DRZE ME BESANOG
ALI JA NE ZNAM ZA SLOM MENE SAMO RAZDRAZE JER SRBI OVO JE NASE.VICEM DOK TRPIM BOLOVE STRASNE DOK MI CUPAJU
IZ RUKU MOJU ZEMLJU MOJU MUKU KRVLJU NATOPLJEN BUSEN SVET HOCE DA MI UZME, I DA UNISTI USPEH
KOSTI MOJIH PREDAKA MOSTI MOJIH SVETACA DA DOZVOLIM JER NE DAM VAM JER SVIMA NAM ZBOG SINOVA
NEDOZVOLJENA PREDAJA.VAS PONOVNI DOLAZAK NA MOSTU CEKAM SAD ALBAN NO PASSARAN SA SRBIMA IL SAM

Ref.

11.07.2008.

........2Pac ft. G-Unit-Loyal To The Game.........

(feat. G-Unit)
[2Pac:] I'm loyal to the game

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Now I've got task on a nigga's ass
Tell me will they blast me
I think of an alias in case these crooked bitches ask me, now
It's gettin crazy after dark,
These narcs be like tryin to shut me down but I'm too smart
Now picture me scared of the penetentiary
I've been movin these things since the days of elementary
Now tell me what ya need when ya see me
I'm stackin Gs buyin all the things on TV, believe me
I got some killas on my payroll and they know
When its time to handle business nigga lay low
Although I'm young I'm still comin up
I'm gettin paid pullin razors on niggas when they runnin up
The first to pull the strap when theres drama
Buster you ain't heard?
I been slicin motherfuckers since I lost my mama
There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is cocky and they don't wait until they drop me
I'm loyal to the game

[CHORUS: 50 Cent]
I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
I give you my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin
(I'm loyal to the game)
That could get in my way and I'll blow out your brain

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Possessed by the streets you can't tell me that this ain't home
I can't eat if the rest of this shit ain't gone
I'm gettin used to the needles on the bathroom sink
Gotta close my door because the bathroom stink
See, daddy don't work, and mama don't drink
But daddy do coke, and mama can't think
So look like I'ma be the man of the house
Gotta have somethin to put in the air when it's out
Up early in the mornin the first to get it
They say if you really want it then come on wit it
Sacrifice my life for this ice and these cars
And I only spent 30 days behind bars
I ain't never had a job but my rent got paid
I handled any beef that they sent my way
So send me to the pen but you know I won't change
It's thug in my veins
I'm loyal to the game

[CHORUS: 50 Cent]
I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
I give you my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin
(I'm loyal to the game)
That could get in my way and I'll blow out your brain

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah
It ain't my fault I came up fast
And your the name niggas bring up last
And all the dames get a king up ass
10 grand on every ring I flash
Deep frog--and I'ma have to fling your ass
I'm on the block where its scorchin hot
If you get caught in the crossfire they have to throw you off the block
I get 'dro by the pickle jar
These broke niggas wanna get the star
So I don't keep the four-nickel far
My lips is zipped I'm loyal to the game
Bring your bitch around me I'm spoilin her brain
Get more slugs to boil in your frame
Cause you got rocks and they got aluminum foil for a chain
The paints the same color as oil in the Range
I'm stingy ain't got nothin for you but some change
I'm good now but the fact still remains
That the struggle that I'm from is attached to my name

[CHORUS: 50 Cent]
I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin
(Nigga I'm loyal to the game)
You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
(Man I'm loyal to the game)
If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin
(I'm loyal to the game)
That could get in my way and I'll blow out your brain

[Outro...fading out]
heh
YA!
2Pac's in this motherfucker!
Uh!
G-Unit in the motherfuckin house
50!
Banks!
Buck!

10.07.2008.

..........2Pac ft. Kastro, Young Noble, Prince Ital-Hail Mary......

"Hail Mary"
(feat. Kastro, Young Noble, Prince Ital)

[Makaveli]
Makaveli in this... Killuminati, all through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty
Uhh, feel me!
And God said he should send his one begotten son
to lead the wild into the ways of the man
Follow me; eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh

[Chorus: Makaveli]

Come with me, Hail Mary
Run quick see, what do we have here
Now, do you wanna ride or die
La dadada, la la la la

[Makaveli]
I ain't a killer but don't push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy
Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words bein quoted
Peeped the weakness int he rap game and sewed it
Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listenin
Seein niggaz comin for me, to my diamonds, when they glistenin
Now pay attention, rest in peace father
I'm a ghost in these killin fields
Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside
the solitary mind of a madman who screams in the dark
Evil lurks, enemies, see me flee
Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame
Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
Some say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit
Stuck, niggaz is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus
mama told me never stop until I bust a nut
Fuck the world if they can't adjust
It's just as well, Hail Mary

[Chorus 2X]

[Makaveli]
Penetentiaries is packed with promise makes
Never realize the precious time the bitch niggaz is wastin
Instutionalized I lived my life a product made to crumble
But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we ballin
Catch me father please, cause I'm fallin, in the liquor store
That's the Hennessee I hear ya callin, can I get some more?
Hail til I reach Hell, I ain't scared
Mama checkin in my bedroom; I ain't there
I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do
One life to live but I got nuttin to lose, just me and you
on a one way trip to prison, sellin drugs
We all wrapped up in this livin, life as Thugs
To my homeboys in Quentin Max, doin they bid
Raise hell to this real shit, and feel this
When they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the dark
Thuggin eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nigga

[Chorus 2X]

[Kastro]
They got a APB, out on my Thug family
Since the Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks
Our enemies die now, walk around half dead
Head down, K blasted off Hennessee and Thai
Tryin it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high
Visions of me, Thug livin gettin me by
Forever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs
When I die they won't cry unless they comin with slugs

[Young Noble]
Peep the whole scene and whatever's goin on around me
Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feelin rowdy
Ready to wet the party up, and whoever in that motherfucker
Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers
on the regular mashin in a stolen black Ac Integ-ra
Cock back, sixty seconds til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya
Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse
From a Thug to preachin church, I gave you love now you eatin dirt
Needin work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on
Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle til dawn
That's when sun came up, there's only one way up
hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up

[Kastro]
If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate
If it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
to this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate

[Chorus (repeats in background)]

[Prince Ital]
We've been traveling on this wayward road
Long time til I be take a 'eavy load
But we ride, ride it like a bullet
Hail Mary, Hail Mary
We won't worry everyting will come real
Free like the bird in the tree
We won't worry everyting will come real
Yes we free like the bird in the tree
We runnin from the penetentiary
This is the time for we liberty
Hail Mary, Hail Mary

[Chorus]

[Makaveli]
Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Days

10.07.2008.

.........N.W.A-Straight Outta Compton............

Verse One: Ice Cube


Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube

From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes

When I'm called off, I got a sawed off

Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off

You too, boy, if ya fuck with me

The police are gonna hafta come and get me

Off yo ass, that's how I'm goin out

For the punk motherfuckers that's showin out

Niggaz start to mumble, they wanna rumble

Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo

Goin off on a motherfucker like that

with a gat that's pointed at yo ass

So give it up smooth

Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move

Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin

with a crime record like Charles Manson

AK-47 is the tool

Don't make me act the motherfuckin fool

Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe

I'm knockin niggaz out tha box, daily

yo weekly, monthly and yearly

until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly

that I'm down with the capital C-P-T

Boy you can't fuck with me

So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck

Coz Ice Cube is crazy as fuck

As I leave, believe I'm stompin

but when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Compton


Chorus:


[City of Compton, City of Compton]


[Eazy E] Yo Ren

[MC Ren] Whassup?

[Eazy E] Tell em where you from!


Verse Two: MC Ren


Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass nigga

More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger

I'm a bad motherfucker and you know this

But the pussy ass niggaz don't show this

But I don't give a fuck, I'ma make my snaps

If not from the records, from jackin the crops

Just like burglary, the definition is 'jackin'

And when illegally armed it's called 'packin'

Shoot a motherfucker in a minute

I find a good piece o' pussy, I go up in it

So if you're at a show in the front row

I'm a call you a bitch or dirty-ass ho

You'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to

But that shows me, slut, you're composed to

a crazy muthafucker from tha street

Attitude legit cause I'm tearin up shit

MC Ren controls the automatic

For any dumb muthafucker that starts static

Not the right hand cause I'm the hand itself

every time I pull a AK off the shelf

The security is maximum and that's a law

R-E-N spells Ren but I'm raw

See, coz I'm the motherfuckin villain

The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killin

that's takin place without a clue

And once you're on the scope, your ass is through

Look, you might take it as a trip

but a nigga like Ren is on a gangsta tip

Straight outta Compton...


Chorus:


[City of Compton, City of Compton]


[Dr. Dre] Eazy is his name and the boy is comin...


Verse Three: Eazy-E


...straight outta Compton

is a brotha that'll smother yo' mother

and make ya sister think I love her

Dangerous motherfucker raises hell

And if I ever get caught I make bail

See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem

I see a motherfuckin cop I don't dodge him

But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while

And when I see a punk pass, I smile

To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showin a nigga drivin

but don't know where the fuck he's going, just rollin

lookin for the one they call Eazy

But here's a flash, they never seize me

Ruthless! Never seen like a shadow in the dark

except when I unload, see I'll get over the hesitation

and hear the scream of the one who got the last penetration

Give a little gust of wind and I'm jettin

But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin

So what about the bitch who got shot? Fuck her!

You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker!

This is the autobiography of the E, and if you ever fuck with me

You'll get taken by a stupid dope brotha who will smother

word to the motherfucker, straight outta Compton


Chorus:


[City of Compton, City of Compton]


[Damn that shit was dope

01.07.2008.

......Dr. Dre ft. Eminem.Xzibit-What's The Difference........

[Phish] What's the difference between me and you? (repeat 2X)

[Dr. Dre]
Back when Cube - was rollin wit Lorenzo in a Benzo
I was bangin wit a gang of instrumentals
Got the pens and pencils, got down to business; but sometimes
the business end of this shit can turn your friends against you
But you was a real nigga, I could sense it in you
I still remember the window of the car that you went through
That's fucked up, but I'll never forget the shit we been through
And I'ma do whatever it takes to convince you
Cuz you my nigga Doc, and Eazy I'm still wit you
Fuck the beef, nigga I miss you, and that's just bein real wit you
You see the truth is
Everybody wanna know how close me and Snoop is
And who I'm still cool wit
Then I got these fake-ass niggaz I first drew with
Claimin that they non-violent, talkin like they *voice sample*
Spit venom in interviews, speakin on reunions
Move units, then talk shit and we can do this
Until then - I ain't even speakin your name
Just keep my name outta yo' mouth and we can keep it the same
Nigga, it ain't that I'm too big to listen to the rumors
It's just that I'm too damn big to pay attention to 'em
That's the difference

Chorus: Phish (repeat 2X)

What's the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one - but you don't do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal wit emotions
I'm used to livin big dog style and straight coastin

[Xzibit]
Yo I stay wit it
While you try to perpetrate, play wit it
Never knew about the next level until Dre did it (YEAH)
I stay committed while you motherfuckers baby-sitted
I smash you critics like a overhand right from Riddick
(Yeah!) Come and get it, shitted on villians by the millions
I be catchin bitches while bitches be catchin feelings
So what the fuck am I supposed to do?
I pop bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you (Come on!)
A heartless bastard, high and plastered
My style is like the reaction from too much acid - never come down
Pass it around if you can't handle it
Hang Hollywood niggaz by they Soul Train laminates
What's the difference between me and you? (What?)
About five back accounts, three ounces and two vehicles
Until my death, I'm Bangladesh
I suggest you hold yo' breath til ain't none left
Yo that's the difference

Chorus

[Eminem]
Aight, hold up hold up!
STOP THE BEAT A MINUTE!! I got somethin to say
Dre; I wanna tell you this shit right now while this fuckin weed is in me
(The fuck?!) I don't know if I ever told you this, but I love you dawg
I got your motherfuckin back, just know this shit

[Dre]Riiight? .. Slim, I don't know if you noticed it
But I've had your back from day one, nigga let's blow this bitch
[Em]I mean it dawg, you ever need somebody offed - who's throat is it?
[Dre]Well if you ever kill that Kim bitch, I'll show you where the ocean is

[Eminem]
Well that's cool, and I appreciate the offer
But if I do decide to really murder my daughter's momma
I'ma sit her up in the front seat and put sunglasses on her
And cruise around wit her for seven hours through California
And have her wavin at people (Hi!) Then drop her off on the corner
at the police station and drive off honkin the horn for her
Raw dawg, get your arm gnawed off
Drop the sawed off and beat you wit the piece it was sawed off of
Fuck blood, I wanna see some lungs coughed up
Get shot up in the hot tub til the bubbles pop up
and they nose and cough snot up, mucus in hot water
That's for tryin to talk like The Chronic was lost product
That's for even THINKIN of havin them thoughts thought up!
You better show some respect whenever the Doc's brought up!!
So what's the difference between us? We can start at the penis
Or we can scream, "I Just Don't Give a Fuck," and see who means it!

Chorus 1.25X

30.06.2008.

..........Chris Brown ft. T-Pain-Kiss Kiss......

Yo this is nappy boy radio live
With ya boy t-pain
We love rap music
Listen, uh we got a caller on line one
Caller what's your problem:
Hello, i'm on the radio with t-pain
(how's it goin, yea)
It aint goin good
My girl aint doin her thangs she used to do
And oh...i got just what you need
Brand new chris brown, t-pain
You heard it hear first nappy boy radio
We love you..

Hey...
She want that lovey dovey (lovey dovey)
That kiss kiss (kiss kiss)
In her mind she fantasize bout gettin wit me
They hatin on me (hatin on me)
They wanna diss diss (kiss kiss)
Because she mine, and so fine
And thick as can be

She want that lovey dovey (lovey dovey)
That kiss kiss (kiss kiss)
In her mind she fantasize bout gettin wit me
They hatin on me (hatin on me)
They wanna diss diss (kiss kiss)
Because she mine, and so fine
Thick as can be

Im a country boy from tappahannock (aaooo)
Va is where i reside
So shawty understand it (aaooo)
And i know i just turned 18
And i get a little manish (aaooo)
And you see the bandana hangin
That means im like a bandit
Like-like a bandit-bandit
(aawwww,ruff)
I got paper girl (ruff)
The lamborghini (ruff)
With the spider seats (ruff)
You neva seen it (aaooo)

I’m the epitome of this demonstration
I got the remedy
Ya feelin me
So why is you haten my anatomy?
Its bird like (yeah)
You heard right
Girl im the king so that means im flyyy (awwww ruff)
If you with it girl (ruff)
Get it poppin (ruff)
[kiss kiss lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

Girl wit me (ruff)
Aint no stoppin (aaooo)
So get it shawty
We parking lot pimpin in my dome
I know what you want


She want that lovey dovey (lovey dovey)
That kiss kiss (kiss kiss)
In her mind she fantasize bout gettin wit me
They hatin on me (hatin on me)
They wanna diss diss(kiss kiss)
Because she mine, and so fine
Thick as can be

She want that lovey dovey (lovey dovey)
That kiss kiss (kiss kiss)
In her mind she fantasize bout gettin wit me
They hatin on me (hatin on me)
They wanna diss diss (kiss kiss)
Because she mine, and so fine
Thick as can be

(t-pain)
Ah ah ah ah ah
Shawty lemme holla at you
You so hot hot hot hot
You think id be hollan if you not not not not
Im king of the town you can take a look around
Teddy penderazzdown is in the spot spot spot spot
(yeaah) i got money on me
(yeaah) baby girl no problem
(yeaah) you rollin shawty
(yeaah) let's hit macdonalds (ruff)

Its tp and cb
Ima nappy boy (random shit)

Ooeee

She want that lovey dovey (lovey dovey)
That kiss kiss (kiss kiss)
In her mind she fantasize bout gettin wit me
They hatin on me (hatin on me)
They wanna diss diss (kiss kiss)
Because she mine, and so fine
Thick as can be

She want that lovey dovey (lovey dovey)
That kiss kiss (kiss kiss)
In her mind she fantasize bout gettin wit me
They hatin on me (hatin on me)
They wanna diss diss (kiss kiss)
Because she mine, and so fine
Thick as can be

T-pain
Chris brown
Yeaaaaaa

We are live back on nappy boy radio
This is your boy dj pain
I gotta get outta hurr man
I just wanna leave with it
If you aint got it by now then your just aint getting it
Lets go

Nappy boy (aaa) and pretty boy)
Nappy boy (aaa) and pretty boy (aaa)
Nappy boy (aaa) and pretty boy (aaa)
Boy i say
Nappy boy and pretty boy

Ass:negao abençoado nk
So get it shawty
We parkin lot, dippin in my dome
And i know what you want

She want that lovey dovey (lovey dovey)
That kiss kiss (kiss kiss)
In her mind she fantasize bout gettin wit me
They hatin on me (hatin on me)
They wanna diss diss (kiss kiss)
Because she mine, and so fine
Thick as can be

She want that lovey dovey (lovey dovey)
That kiss kiss (kiss kiss)
In her mind she fantasize bout gettin wit me
They hatin on me (hatin on me)
They wanna diss diss (kiss kiss)
Because she mine, and so fine
Thick as can be

24.06.2008.

.........Flo Rida ft. T-Pain-Low........

[chorus:]
Shawty had them apple bottom jeans [jeans]
Boots with the fur [with the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [she hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the reeboks with the straps [with the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [ayy]
She hit the flo [she hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

[verse 1:]
I ain't never seen nuthin that'll make me go,
This crazy all night spendin my dough
Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Dem birthday cakes, they stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin x and ooo
Hold up wait a minute, do i see what i think i
Whoa
Did i think i seen shorty get low
Ain't the same when it's up that close
Make it rain, i'm makin it snow
Work the pole, i got the bank roll
Imma say that i prefer them no clothes
I'm into that, i love women exposed
She threw it back at me, i gave her more
Cash ain't a problem, i know where it goes

She had them

[chorus:]
Apple bottom jeans [jeans]
Boots with the fur [with the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [she hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the reeboks with the straps [with the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
[ayy]
She hit the flo [she hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

[verse 2:]
Hey
Shawty what i gotta do to get you home
My jeans full of gwap
And they ready for shones
Cadillacs maybachs for the sexy grown
Patrone on the rocks that'll make you moan

One stack (come on)
Two stacks (come on)
Three stacks (come on, now that's three grand)
What you think i'm playin baby girl
I'm the man, i'll bend the rubber bands

That's what i told her, her legs on my shoulder
I knew it was ova, that henny and cola
Got me like a soldier
She ready for rover, i couldn't control her
So lucky oo me, i was just like a clover
Shorty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but i had to fold her,
Like a pornography poster
She showed her

[chorus:]
Apple bottom jeans [jeans]
Boots with the fur [with the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [she hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the reeboks with the straps [with the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [ayy]
She hit the flo [she hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

[verse 3:]
Whoa
Shawty
Yea she was worth the money
Lil mama took my cash,
And i ain't want it back,
The way she bit that rag,
Got her them paper stacks,
Tattoo above her crack,
I had to handle that,

I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin
They be want it two in the mornin
I'm zonin in them rosay bottles foamin
She wouldn't stop, made it drop
Shorty did that pop and lock,
Had to break her off that gwap
Gah it was fly just like my glock

[chorus:]
Apple bottom jeans [jeans]
Boots with the fur [with the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [she hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the reeboks with the straps [with the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [ayy]
She hit the flo [she hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

C'mon

22.06.2008.

........Beogradski Sindikat-Povratak.......

Dugo ste nas u zaborav gurali
Al sad smo se ponovo vratili
Sindikat je jedini
Najbolji majstori
Veliki neimari ove hip-hop scene
Mi nismo bacali rime mi smo dizali temelj
I sta je bilo smradovi usinuli su vam se vratovi
Dok nas gledate na bini kako kidamo ko terminatori
Pacovi pakosni ustaski plagijtori
Sindikat vam kuca na vrata da vas zauvek zatvori
I sad kazes nemoj matori
Zar nismo bili gotivni
Seti se samo pre par 'dina koliko smo vam pomogli
Ma terajte se otrovi
Crknite u ljubomori
Dole na kolena jer dolaze bogovi
Da vas sahrane ko popovi
Da vam se ne znaju grobovi
Da nemate ni roda ni poroda
Kad vas unistimo lopovi
Stize DJAFE KORLEONE
Iz dorcolske B zone
Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta
Casice se lome some
Divi pljujem ogromne strofe
Preko matrica od prote
Jer kad macke nema dugo
Misevi kolo vode
Ruke gore svi na pod glave u fioke
Dok istresem ove rime kao pola kile koke
I nemoj niko da je mrdnuo da ne zaglabate djoke
Sindikat tu je opet jaci nego foke
Sindikat tu je opet vraca se na posed
RUKE GORE

[refren]
Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema vise izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Zauvek svi zajedno kidacemo najbolje

Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema vise izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Ajmo sada paljba i kidacemo najbolje

Vidi vidi debelo ljut sam k'o Bigi
Na sceni stanje muchno zato okret pod ruchnom
Kada sindikalni pokret na ulici je opet
Mikrofon je otet strucno kada bucno upadam ja
Fontana gerilac,sa drugara par glavni krivac
Cije rime su repetirane 'gije
Za primer hapse MC-je
Jer dugo nije,bilo me na livadi zato
Pos'o cu da pri'vatim,korov treba kidati
A onda obrok cu da pripremim k'o glavno jelo
Pojescu te celoga za prilog
Zasladicu se stilom,jer kradje dosta je bilo
A pazi sada ovo i za staro i za novo
Sto se tice skole,tivaj me za dole
I pazi sat cu reci,mi smo prvi i drugi i treci
Proci ces k'o knezovi u seci
Pa ces brzo put preci od stojeci do lezeci
Jer doberman si ti,al mi smo pitovi
Ajkula u moru si,mi ubice kitovi
A ovo je trebalo da bude moja rima prva
Nek mi kurac duva,svako repuje k'o Hrvat
Treniro k'o De Niro,taksista sam ludak
Da odvali mi prvak,s rimom koju cuvam ja
Ali bla bla,za 102.2
Sindikalni razbojnik i baraba
I u Supermenov znak mi nabudzili smo B
Pa sindikat ima snagu nadljudsku
Sto si pomislio sad,zadrzi sa sebe
Jer si kreten lazni reper
Zato skloni se od mene
Jer ovo je BS,mikrofon je Mesija,ZAVEZITE PICKETINE

[refren]
Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema vise izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Zauvek svi zajedno kidacemo najbolje

Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema vise izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Ajmo sada paljba i kidacemo najbolje

Reperi,manekeni glume gangsteraj
Od scene napravise kupleraj
Prazne price sminka fenseraj
I Shef Sale vise nema strpljenja
Dosta smo se pravili fini
Ajde picketino zini
Progutaj moje uvrede a onda reci izvini
Jer idu mi na kurac svi reperi tebi slicni
Svi reperi paraziti sto tripuju da su krimi
Scene Mili Vanili,satro odani firmi
A prodali bi dusu za svoje mesto na bini
Na zalost ne ide tako narod je prozreo vas blef
Brukate domaci rep al osvetice ga Shef
Kao ostrica Bozije pravde spustam se na Zemlju
Narodu da vratim veru da reanimiram scenu
Gnev sindikata na delu
Pretnja svakom manekenu
I sve dok ne istrebim gamad necu promeniti temu

Ma necu ni da trosim reci na jajare,funjare
I na sve one cave sto iza ledja su se sunjale
Na sve koji bunare,samo nesto tu da ucare
A namazani,premazani sminkom kao cupike
Slusam likove frenkuju,gledam likove foliraju
K'o da se bave pantomimom pa im posao da imitiraju
I tuzno je to sto vidim,al i smesno samim tim
Pa placem od smeha k'o da gledam crtani film
Znam jedno je kad trezan si,drugo je kad se napijes
A to sto odavde si,jebi ga,ne mozes to da sakrijes
Zivimo,gde zivimo usred zakuvanog sranja
Al u pitanju je BG ajmo malo postovanja
Ovde prate me trubaci,ne iz geta neki chame
Ali ne licim na repera vec na ortaka iz kafane
Dotakao sam dno zivota,birajuci stranputice
Zato rokam rime k;o iz jebene haubice
Evo ja cu biti sudija,a moja ekipa porota
I Sodoma i Gomora ako obuzme te pohlepa
Cujem cave prozivaju eto novog povoda
Da rokam kao smajser na mikrofonu vojvoda


[refren]
Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema vise izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Zauvek svi zajedno kidacemo najbolje

Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema vise izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Ajmo sada paljba i kidacemo najbolje


Koren sveg zla novac te zarazi osnovac
Ti si usijana glava a ja na takve lovac
Nocu dok spavas mirno sanjas da si zvezda
A ja star,mega star,u obe ruke spreman
Nogom lomim vrata k'o MOSAD radim prepad
Nisi siguran nigde,nikad ne znas sta te ceka
Dok se vozis gradom,mrstis,s krovova te vrebam
Moj gepard M1 kroz metal 12,7
Krijes BG naglasak da se provuces k'o Hrvat
U masi 2000 Agram kosi sve ko pljusak
Da me smeksas tudje fore vadis iz steka
Pomodan si neka,sav rispektan(???)
Smeju se k'o deca
Na duel bi da izadjes kazes pravi k'o nekad
U jednoj ruci mikrofon u drugoj buldog ceka
Nemas gde da pobegnes
Moj vektor SS7
Scenu drzim ko bedem,neosvojiv za tebe
Zapljuskujes glupostima,bez potrebe talasas
Oduvace te FAMAS 7-4 kalas
Pali gajbi pusti kraljeve da vladaju
SBS-a parabelum MC-jevi stradaju

[refren]X2
Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema vise izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Zauvek svi zajedno kidacemo najbolje

Mikrofon u ruci ludaci na bini
Sindikat se vratio nema vise izvini
Kraljevi metafore sve dok nas ne zatvore
Ajmo sada paljba i kidacemo najbolje

21.06.2008.

.......50 Cent ft. Nicole Scherzinger,Young Buck-Fire.......

[Intro: 50 Cent]
I make it hotter
Friction turns to fire
You're what I desire
I'm comin to getcha girl
That's right, that's right
It's on tonight
Your just my type
You're what i like
I bring that heat
Ya heard me right
Everywhere I go, go
Let's go

[Verse 1: 50 Cent & Nicole]
Somethin new
It's another episode
Music bumpin and sweatin
Drippin on the dancefloor
I like it when shorty get it back in the bag
When she do it like that
I don't know how to act
Now work it
Go ahead grind it on me
That's perfect
I'll pay to play it
If its worth it
My phone numb' if you want me (yeah)
You can chirp it (yeah)
Baby work it (yeah)

[Young Buck]
Take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want i could serve them by the pound
Shorty don't you got what i want to flip
Baby girl tell me you can handle it

[Chorus: Nicole]
Well if you want it let's go
I got that fire
So hot I'll burn it down
I think ya already know
I got that fire (fire)
I'm the flyest chick around
You want it (ooo)
It's fire (ooo)
I've got it (ooo)
That fire (ooo)
So I'm might (ooo)
Ignite ya (ooo)
It's fire (ooo)
It's fire (ooo)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I burn it down on stage I make it hot
Til the fire marshals come shut down the spot
I had the club jam packed everytime I rock
These other niggas ain't got the style I got
I go back to the basics and break it all the way, all the way down
You can hate this but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go I'm 50 Cent
Yes the star at the bar, I'll get ya bent
You wanna party, let's party
You wanna freak, be a freak
You wanna creep, we can creep
Tell me what it's gonna be
So you can...

[Young Buck]
Take these bricks and break 'em down
If you want I could serve them by the pound
Shorty don't you got what I want to flip
Baby girl tell me you can handle it

[Chorus: Nicole]
Well if you want it let's go
I got that fire
So hot I'll burn it down
I think ya already know
I got that fire (fire)
I'm the flyest chick around
You want it (ooo)
It's fire (ooo)
I've got it (ooo)
That fire (ooo)
So I'm might (ooo)
Ignite ya (ooo)
It's fire (ooo)
It's fire (ooo)
Fire!!!

[Verse 3: 50 Cent & Nicole]
Now all you really ready
I said are really ready
I make the temperature rise
Now don't be suprised
I had a ice on stunt and heavy
I got a hell of a flow
You should already know
So over 30 million records already
It's the third time around
You know how I get down
I'm hands down pound for pound
The best around
Now work it
Go ahead grind it on me
That's perfect
I'll play to play
If it's worth it
My phone numb' if you want me (yeah)
You can chirp it (yeah)
Work it (yeah)
(Woo)

19.06.2008.

......The Game ft. Swizz Beatz-Scream On Em......

[Swizz Beatz]
Yeah... y'all really want this to happen? (Game time!)
C'mon! ... ARRRRRRRRGH!

[The Game]
Homey it's hard not to kill niggaz; it's like a full time job
not to pull out the steel and shove it in your grill
Young California got that mass appeal
I summons the hood, they get up in yo' ass for real
Knockout flow, Winky Wright jab for real
And all you niggaz pussy, need Massengil
See I'm the gun-cocker, one-shotter, lift 'em off the ground
Chop 'em down, like a cantaloupe, my flow the antidote
Sick flow, it's so, motherfuckin six-fo'
Your bitch know, hop in the back when you see Swizz hoe
Diss that, all you niggaz get up off my dick so
I can cook crack on the track and watch it mix slow
Cocaine, my flow fire, call it propane
Every nigga know Game, five shots no pain
And that's the reason why I'm shittin on you niggaz
Shut me in the looney bin, I'm sicker than you niggaz

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
(ARRRRRRRRGH!)
This is that disrespectful, motherfuckin West coast
Hip-hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go!

[The Game]
Where I'm from, I seen the most stand up niggaz lay down
Where skinny niggaz make buff niggaz victims of that trey-pound
And gangbangers is the sharpshooters, we don't need no rooftops
Just knock his ass down and take the money out his tube socks
West coast niggaz is back on the map
If only for now until the next time I body a track
From the first clap I hurt rap, now watch the earth crack
Bring the hearse back, and take a lyrical dirt nap
I roll with the hardest niggaz, make money with the smartest niggaz
I ain't got time for you fuckin artist niggaz
Better shut your trap before you become a target nigga
Y'all army brats I'm the motherfuckin sargeant nigga
Beauty pageant-ass niggaz on the runway
(Boyz N The Hood) 'til they see the nigga in that red Hyundai
Blow his fuckin back out, cause I'm the rap Stackhouse
Black Wall Street bitch, the hip-hop crackhouse, what?

[Chorus]

[The Game]
My flow opposite of handsome, it's ugly
Hip hop tantrum, sick, call the shit cancer
One man show cause I fucked all the dancers
Let the critics ask questions, my album be the answer
These niggaz let the rumors sit in they head like tumors
So I had to take 'em back, to toothbrush on the Pumas
Clean... mean... rappin machine
Red rag hangin low in the back of my jeans
I black out like February, back out what's necessary
Oh-seven Bugatti with Jimmy Iovine's secretary
I'm runnin the buildin, don't make me run in the buildin
No this ain't the first time I had my gun in the buildin
Walkin past offices I see my son in the buildin
Last album on the wall I'm number one in the buildin
They should build me an office up under the buildin
My elevator goin down, I am done in the buildin nigga

[Chorus]

[Swizz Beatz]
We in the motherfuckin buildin man
You ain't got your motherfuckin mind right?
You gon' get your mind blown out your motherfuckin mind right nigga
It is what the fuck it is man
How y'all wanna cut the cake?
You touch this you get your hands cut off, nigga
Swizz Beatz the motherfuckin monster
Game is in the motherfuckin buildin
We could turn this whole motherfuckin world red nigga
Bitch!

16.06.2008.

.......Snoop Dogg ft. Akon-I Wanna Fuck You.......

[Akon:] Convict...Music...and you know we a front.

[Chorus (Akon):]
I see you winding and grinding up on that pole,
I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know
I wanna fuck you, you already know
I wanna fuck you, you already know

[Snoop Dogg:]
Money in the air as mo feel grab you by your coat tail take you to the motel, hoe sale,
don't tell, won't tell, baby said I don't talk Dogg but she told on me, oh well,
take a picture with me, what the flick gon' do, baby stick to me & ima stick on you,
if you pick me then ima pick on you, d-o-double g and I'm here to put this dick on you,
I'm stuck on pussy and yours is right, wrip riding them poles and them doors is tight
and ima get me a shot for the end of the night 'cause pussy is pussy and baby you're pussy for life.

[Chorus (Akon)]

[Akon:]
Shorty I can see you ain't lonely handful of niggas and they all got cheese,
so you looking at me now what's it gonna be just another tease far as I can see,
trying get you up out this club if it means spendin' a couple dubs,
throwing bout 30 stacks in the back make it rain like that cause I'm far from a scrub,
you know my pedigree, ex-deala use to move phetamines,
girl I spend money like it don't mean nothing and besides I got a thing for you.

[Chorus (Akon)]

[Snoop Dogg:]
Mobbin' through club in low pressing I'm sitting in the back in the smokers section (just smoking),
birds eye, I got a clear view, you cant see me but I can see you (baby I see you),
it's cool we jet the mood is set,
your pussy is wet you rubbing your back and touching your neck,
your body is movin' you humpin' and jumpin' your titties is bouncin' you smilin' and grinin' and looking at me.

[Akon:]
Girl and while you're looking at me I'm ready to hit the caddy right up on the patio move the patty to the caddy,
baby you got a phatty the type I like to marry wanting to just give you everything and that's kinda scary,
cause I'm loving the way you shake your ass, bouncin', got me tippin' my glass,
Normally don't get caught up to fast but I got a thing for you.

[Chorus (Akon) x2]

14.06.2008.

.........Eminem-Say Goodbye Hollywood......

[Chorus:]
Say goodbye say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye say goodbye to Hollywood
Say goodbye say goodbye to Hollywood

[B/W Chorus:]
Hollywood
I Feel This Way

[Verse #1:]
I thought i had it all figured out i did
I thought i was tough enough to stick it out with kim
But i wasnt tough enough to juggle two things at once
I found myself laying on my knees in cuffs
Which shoulda been a reason enough for me to get my stuff and just leave
How come i couldnt just see this shit myself its me
Nobody coulda seen this shit i felt
Knowin' damn well she wasn't gonna be there when i fell
To catch me the minute she was seen she just bailed
Im standin and swingin on like 30 people by myself
I couldnt even see the millimeter when it fell
Turned around saw Gary stashin' a heater in his belt
Saw the bouncers rush him and beat him to the ground
I just sold 2 million records i dont need to go to jail
Im not about to lose my freedom over no female
I need to slow down, tryna get my feet on solid ground
So for now

[Chorus:]

[Verse #2:]
Bury my face in comic books, cuz i dont wanna look
And nothing in this world is too much
I swallowed all i could
If I could swallow a bottle of tylonol i would
And hit it for good and say good bye to Hollywood
I prolly should cuz these problems are piled all at once
Cuz everything that bothers me i got all bottled up
I think im bottoming out but im not about to give up
I gotta get up, thank god i got a little girl
Now im a responsible father so not alotta good
I'd be to my daughter layin in the bottom of the mud
Must be in my blood cuz i dont know how to do it
All i know is that I dont want her following in the footsteps
Of my dad cuz i hate him so bad
Worst feeling i had was growing up to be like his fuckin ass
Man if you could understand why I am the way that I am
What do I say to my fans when I tell em

[Chorus:]

[Verse #3:]
I dont wanna quit
This shit, it feels like this is it
For me to have this much i feel like this is it
This is not a game this fame the real life is as sick
Publicity stunt my ass, consume my fuckin dick
Fuck the guns, im done ill never look at gats
If i scrap, ima scrap it like i never wooped some ass
I love my fans but no one ever puts a grasp on the fact
That I sacrificed everything I had
I never dreamt i'd get to the level that im at
This is wack, this is more then I ever coulda asked
Everywhere I go I had a sweater, hood or mask
What about math? how come I wasnt never good at that
Its like the boy in a bubble who never could adapt I'm trapped
If I could go back, I never woulda rapped
I sold my soul to the devil, ill never get it back
I just wanna leave this game with level head intact
Imagine going from bein' no one and seein everything blow up
And all you did was grow up mceein'
Its fuckin crazy, all I wanted was to give Hailey the life i never had
I've forced us to live alienated, so i'm sayin:

[Chorus:]

[Outro:]
[Faint Talking In Background]
Goodbye
Goodbye Hollywood
Please dont cry for me
When im gone for good
So, goodbye
Goodbye Hollywood
Please dont cry for me
When I'm gone for good

12.06.2008.

......Fort Minor-Right Now.....

Someone right now is leaving their apartment looking down at the street wondering where there car went

Someone in the car sitting at a signal in front of a restaraunt staring through the window at someone
right now with their finger in their teeth who could use a little floss

Right across the street theres somebody on the curb who really needs a jacket spent half the rent at a
bar getting plastered now hes gotta walk fourteen blocks to work at a shop where hes about to get fired.

Someone right now is looking pretty tired staring at a laptop trying to get inspired Somebody living
right across the street shes wrote the best things shes written all week but her best friends coughing up
blood in the sink cant even think what happened feeling so confused and he knows it looks bad but there
nothing he can do I wonder what its like to be right there in his shoes

[Chorus]
But no im just taking it in out the window of a hotel bedroom again tommorrow ill be gone I dont know
when ill be back and this world everything can change just like that, that, just like that, just like that
that, just like that, just like that

Yo somebody right now is dropping his vote inside a box and trying not to get shot in his throat

For the act of freedom right now somebody is stuck in Iraq hoping that he gets shipped back breathing in
a war that hes not really sure of the reasons so we show our support when the press mislead them though we
more then remain proud and salute the troops get some I know you boys got some work to do

Meanwhile right now someones 25 to life and is stading on the corner with their thumb up hitchiking
stratching off a lotto ticket hoping for a real winner sneaking through the border just to work and to eat
a real dinner

Right now someone wishes they were you were not instead of second guessing freedom thoughts of quiet suicide

But right now im staring at the window at a frame with holes in his arm and holes in his jeans he pulled
out his siger and sparked the light and walked right around the corner just outta my sight

But yo im just taking it in from the second story hotel window again, the TV's on, and my bags are
packed, but in this world everything can change just like that, like that, like that, like that,

[Repeat]

Ya right now somebody sitting in the darkness trying to figure out how to put some heat in their
apartment but they got a little matress and a little carpet and they appreciate it cause some people on a park bench

You seem them when you rushing to get to the office wife robbed blind when she coming from the xafs
right now somebody coming out from the pocket trying to dump that rock they run around the block with at
the same time the cops is raising the block with aim to fill your legs and back with some hot shit

Right now somebody struggling to stop this man whos kick and punching and cussing at the doctors

Down the hall the child taking his first breath the doctors aint even passed him to the nurse yet yo I
wonder if he understands what its worth yet like the time spent while we here on the earth yet the answer
to the question that we all seek can be found Depend on how free y'all think

Right now its somebody who aint eat all week that would kill for the shit that you throw away in the
street I guess ones mans trash is the next mans treaure one mans pain is the next mans pleasure one say
infinity the next say forever right now erbody got to get it together man

Im just taking it in another strange hotel lobby again put my luggage on my back i dont know where im at
im in world where we all change just like that, like that, like that, just like that, like that, just like that

Just like that, Just like that
[repeat]

10.06.2008.

.......Eminem-No Apolgies.....

[Verse 1]

In my mind I'ma fighter, my heart's a lighter
My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up
Arsenic writer, author with arthritis
Carpel tunnel, Marshall will start shit-itis
Hard headed and hot headed, bull headed and pig headed,
Dick headed, a prick, a big headache I'm sick
Quick witted, for every lyric spitted there are 6 critics
Who wait for me to slip with it, so quick
This dynamite stick buried the wick, it's gonna explode any minute
Some lunatic lit it and it's not Nelly
Do not tell me to stop yelling, when I stop selling I quit
So stop dwelling an I am not felling
You fuckers are not ready, cause I got jelly, like (Beyonce's) pot belly
This is Destiny, yes money I'm of running
So get off of me, I'm not slowing or softening

[Chorus]

No apologies, nah suckers I'm not sorry
You can all sue me, y'all could be the cause of me
No apologies, y'all feelin' the force of me
No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me
No apologies, not even acknowledging you at all
'till I get a call that god's coming
No apologies, laugh fuckers it's all funny
I can spit in ya face while your standin' across from me, no apologies

[Verse 2]

My head hit's the pillow, a weeping willow, I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows
But these cellos help just to keep me mellow, hand's on my head, touched knees to elbow
I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over, these cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me
I keep saying it, I can't stress it enough, so keep playing it and stand next to the subs
I choke mic's like asphyxiation when I'm stranglin' my own throat masturbatin'
Fuck yeah i'ma basket case and I mastered this rap shit, 'till my ass gets wasted, 'till my
assassination,
'till I'm slain 'cause of some fag's infatuation
44 mags a fascination, a taste for disaster and if that's the case then..

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

This song isn't for you, it's for me, a true MC
It's what it do just to see if he still has it
And if his skills mastered,
He's able to spill raps long after his killed, that's a real MC
Got you feelin' me, whether willing or unwillingly
You still agree, as long as there's still this hunger and will in me
Then expect a longer life expectancy
I'd be a savage beast if I ain't have this outlet to salvage me inside
I'd be exploding soaked in self loathing an mourning
So I'm warning you, don't coax me
It's silly, I'm really a sheep in wolf's clothing
Who only reacts when he gets pushed, don't be fooled
The press blows up this whole thing, it's stupid
They don't know cause they don't see that I'm wounded
All they did was ballooned it
I'm sick of talkin' 'bout these tattoos cartoon did
That's why I tuned it out, I'm sick of dukin'
An they can suck my dick while I'm pukin', an you too, you can

[Outro x2]

Expect no sympathy from me I'm an mc
This is how I'm supposed to be
Cold as a G, my hearts frozen it dont even beat
So expect no apologies

09.06.2008.

..........................

NeiroO fkt si mi draga i znas da te volim moro sam ovo uradit.....Sretan rodjendan tvojoj mami zelim joj sve najljepse (L).......Vidimo se u parku srecoo xD

08.06.2008.

.......Dr.Dre ft. Snoop Dogg-Nuthin' But G Thang......

One, two, three and to the four.
Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up.
['Cause you know we 'bout to rip shit up!]
Gimme the microphone first, so I can bust like a bubble.
Compton and Long Beach together, now you know you in trouble.

Ain't nothin' but a G thang, baaaaabay!
Two loced out niggaz so we're craaaaazay!
Death Row is the label that paaaaays me!
Unfadable, so please don't try to fade this. [Hell yeah...]

But, uh, back to the lecture at hand.
Perfection is perfected, so I'mma let 'em, understand
From a young G's perspective.
And before me diggin' a bitch I have to find a contraceptive.

You never know she could be earnin' her man,
And learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man.
Now you know why I ain't with that shit, lieutenant:
Ain't no pussy good enough to get burned while I'm up in it.[Yeah]

And that's realer than real-deal Holyfield.
And now you hookas and hoes know how I feel.
Well if it's good enough to give 'em all a proper chunk
I take a small piece of some of that funky stuff.

It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
Dre, creep to the mic like a phantom...

Well I'm peepin', and I'm creepin', and I'm creep-in'.
But I damn near got capped, 'cause my beeper kept beepin'.
Now it's time for me to make my impression felt,
So sit back, relax, and strap on your seatbelt.

You never been on a ride like this before,
With a producer who can rap and control the maestro
At the same time with the dope rhyme that I kick.
You know, and I know, I flow some old funky shit

To add to my collection. The selection
Symbolizes dope. Take a toke but don't choke.
If you do, you have no clue
Of what me and my homie Snoop Dogg came to do...

It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this, and who gives a phukk about those?
So just chill, till the next episode...

Fallin' back on that ass. Wit a hellified gangsta lean
Gettin' funky on the mic like a old batch of collard greens.
It's the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N double O P
D O double G. Why? D O double G ya' see.

Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic.
Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite.
Yeah, and it don't quit.
I think they in a mood for some muthaphukkin' G shit... [Hellyeah...]

So Dre. [What up Dogg?]
Gotta give 'em what they want. [What's that, G?]
We gotta break 'em off somethin'. [Hell yeah]
And it's gotta be bumpin'. [City of Compton!]

It's where it takes place, so we national attention.
Mobbin' like a mutherphukker, but I ain't lynchin'.
Droppin' the funky shit that's makin' the sucka niggaz mumble.
When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie, they all crumble.

Try to get close, and your ass'll get smacked.
My muthaphukkin' homie Doggy Dogg has got my back.
Never let me slip, 'cause if I slip, then I'm slippin'.
But if I got my nine, then you know I'm straight trippin'.

And I'mma continue to put the rap down, put the mac down.
And if your bitches talk shit, I have to put the smack down.
Yeah, and you don't stop.
I told you I'm just like a clock when I tick and I tock.

But I'm never off, always on till the break of dawn.
C - O - M - P - T - O - N and the city they call Long Beach
Puttin' the shit together.
Like my nigga D.O.C., no one can do it better

Like this, that and this and uh
It's like that and like this and like that and uh
It's like this, and who gives a phukk about those?
So just chill, till the next episode...

06.06.2008.

.........50 Cent-Piggy Bank.......

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
I'll get atcha, my knife cuts ya skin
I'll get atcha, blow shots at ya man
I'll get atcha, Tupac don't pretend
I'll get atcha, I'll put that to an end

[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
That shit is oh, don't be screamin' get at me dawg
Have you runnin' for ya life when I match ya boy
I get to wavin' that semi, like its legal
A lil nigga hurt his arm lettin' off that eagle
You know me, black on black bentley, big ol' black nine
I'll clap your monkey ass, get black on black crime
Big ol' chrome rims, clean you know why I shine
C'mon man, you know how I shine
I'm in the hood, in the drop, Teflon vinyl top
Got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, why I don't hear no shots
That fat nigga thought Lean Back was "In Da Club"
My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud
Jada don't fuck with me if you wanna eat
Cause I'll do your lil ass like Jay did Mobb Deep
Yeah homie, in New York, niggas like your vocals
But thats only New York dawg, your ass is local

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah

[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Banks shit sells, Buck shit sells, Game shit sells
I'm rich as hell, Shyne poppin' off his mouth from a cell
He don't want it with me, he in PC
I can have a nigga run up on him with a shank
For just a few pennies out my piggy bank
Yayo, bring the condoms, I'm in room 203
Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgeory
Its an emergency, a Michael Jackson see
Looked at a picture and said she looks like me
Kelis said her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
Then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm
I mean that way out in Cali, niggas know these guns
First thing they say about you, is you a sucker for love
This is chess, not checkers, these are warning shots
After your next move I'll give you what I got

[Chorus x2- 50 Cent]
Clickity clank clickity clank
The money goes into my piggy bank

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah yeah yeah, get more money, more money
Yeah

[Bridge- 50 Cent]
I'll get atcha, I'll punch out your grill
I'll get atcha, let off that blue steal
I'll get atcha, nigga I'm for real
I'll get atcha, you'll get your ass killed

[Outro- 50 Cent]
Yeah
Yeah
Hahahaha
Ya'll niggas gotta do somethin' now man
All that shoot 'em up shit ya'll be talkin'
You gotta do somethin' baby
I mean, I mean c'mon man everybody's listenin'
nigga everybody's listenin'
Hahahaha
I know you ain't gon' just let 50 do you like that
I mean damn rep your hood nigga
nigga you hard right?
Pop off
Yayo get mobs niggas on the phone
And tell the niggas I said grip up
niggas got a green light on these monkies
Hahahaha

04.06.2008.

...........Eminem ft. Nate Dogg-Shake That..........

[INTRO: Eminem]
Whoo! Shady! Aftermath!
(look at that bitch!)

[BRIDGE: Eminem]
There she goes, shakin that ass on the floor
Bumpin and grindin that pole
The way she\'s grindin that pole
I think I\'m losin control..

[VERSE 1: Eminem]
Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunk
Get fuuuucked up
Hit the strip club, don\'t forget ones, get your dick rubbed, get fucked, get sucked
Get wasted, shit-faceded, pasted, plastered
You drink, throw up, get a new drink, hit the bathroom sink throw up(ugh)
Wipe your shoe clean, got a routine though, and still got a few chunks on that shoe string
Showin I was dehydrated, till the beat vibrated, I was revibed as soon as ? them hips and lick them lips, and that was it
I had to get Nate Dogg here to sing some shit..

[VERSE 2: Nate Dogg]
Two to the one from the one to the three
I like good pussy and I like good trees
Smoke so much weed you wouldn\'t believe
And I get more ass than a toilet seat
Three to the one from the one to the three
I met a bad bitch last night at the D
Let me tell you how I made her leave with me
Conversation and Hennessey
I\'ve been to the motherfuckin mountain top
Heard motherfuckers talk, seen em drop
If I ain\'t got a weapon, I\'ma pick up a rock
And when I bust your ass, I\'m gon continue to rock
Get your ass off the floor with your two left feet
It\'s real easy, just follow the beat
Don\'t let that fine girl pass you by
Look real close cause strobe lights lie..

[BRIDGE: Nate Dogg]
We bout to have a party
(turn the music up)
Let\'s get it started
(go ahead and shake your butt)
I\'m lookin for a girl with a body and a sexy strut
Wanna get it poppin baby step right up
So once we get retarded
Some girls some guy invited
I\'m lookin for a girl that will do whatever the fuck
I say, everyday she be givin it up..

[CHORUS: Nate Dogg]
Now shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me, come on girl
Shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me, aw girl
Shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me, come on girl
Shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me..

[VERSE 3: Eminem]
I\'m a menace, a dentist, an oral hygienist
Open your mouth for about 4 or 5 minutes
Stick a little bit of this fluoride in it
Switch, but don\'t spit it, swallow and now finish
Yeeeaaah
Me and Nate D-O-Double G, lookin for a couple bitch-es with some double D\'s
Pop a little champagne and a couple these, slip it in her bubbly
We fidna have to have a..

[BRIDGE: Nate Dogg]
We fidna have a party
(turn the music up)
Let\'s get it started
(go ahead and shake your butt)
I\'m lookin for a girl I can fuck in my Hummer truck
Apple-bottom jeans and a big ole sumptin
So once we get retarded (see, I told you)
Some girls some guy invited
I want a bitch that sit at the crib with no panties on
Knows that she can, but she won\'t say no..

[BRIDGE: Nate Dogg and Eminem]
(Nate)Now look at this lady all in front of me
Sexy as can be, tonight I want a SLUT
Would you be mine? Heard you was freaky from a friend of mine..
(Eminem)Now I hope you don\'t get mad at me
But I told Nate you was a freak, he said he wants a SLUT
Hope you don\'t mind, I told him how you like it from behind..

[CHORUS: Nate Dogg]
Now shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me, come on girl
Shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me, aw girl
Shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me, come on girl
Shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me..

[BRIDGE: Nate Dogg]
We bout to have a party
(turn the music up)
Let\'s get it started
(go ahead and shake your butt)
I\'m lookin for a girl with a body and a sexy strut
Wanna get it poppin baby step right up
So once we get retarded
Some girls some guy invited
I\'m lookin for a girl that will do whatever the fuck
I say, everyday she be givin it up..

[BRIDGE: Eminem]
There she goes, shakin that ass on the floor
Bumpin and grindin that pole
The way she\'s grindin that pole
I think I\'m losin control..

[OUTRO: Eminem]
God! I ain\'t leavin without you, bitch!
You comin home with me!
And my boy! And his boy, and his boy!
And his girl!
Haha!
Nate Dogg!

29.05.2008.

........Nelly-Wadsyaname.......

ye,ye..
.....Lets go

(Chorus)
Ey shawty, shawty, shawty wadsyaname is,
wadsyaname is,
wadsyaname is
I said now shawty, shawty, shawty, whatcha yo sign,
ey whatcha yo sign,
ey whatcha yo sign,
ey,
I said now shawty, shawty, shawty, where yo man,
ey where yo man,
ey where yo man,
I said now ey shawty, shawty,
go n do yo dance,
go do yo dance,
go do yo dance,

(Verse 1)
Sad to say im only in town for the night you see,
I got like eight hours left before my flight occurrrr...
Ey yo im trying to stay respectful n polite ya digg,
now you can tell me go to hell if you like.
now I ain't one of them niggas that want to trip
get mad cuz you ain't intrested in yellin f**k you bitch
now dont get it twisted ya ima look when you pass,
but I ain't the one to pull on you arm or grab your ass,(whooo!)
you see its the swagger he wont allow me lookin thurst,
n I ain't attackin unless I get a signal first,
n I ain't the one thats gonna be payin to do the do...
before is over you gon say,
PPPSSHHHH! (I should pay you!)
please believe it...


(Chorus)
Ey shawty, shawty, shawty wadsyaname is,
wadsyaname is,
wadsyaname is
I said now shawty, shawty, shawty, whatcha yo sign,
ey whatcha yo sign,
ey whatcha yo sign,
ey,
I said now shawty, shawty, shawty, where yo man,
ey where yo man,
ey where yo man,
I said now ey shawty, shawty,
go n do yo dance,
go do yo dance,
go do yo dance,

(Verse 2)
I like to see you independent wit yo job
I like that you gotcha your on house n own car
but you say u gotta lame ass nigga.. in yo life,
n he aint cant get the mental n physical part right,
you playin wit yo toys but yo toys dont bite!
see they dont talk shit n dont hit it how you like,
see I just want the first right or refusal,
when you catch the movie
you just call an i come through n socket to you
promise you boo boo,
he said he got the magic dick,
but mama shit is like for real,
but that thrust stay harder than a rodeo u can ride it like isuzu,
but all you need is your leather boots,
we ride in them birthday suits,
my time is moving fast, so thats why i asked you,

(Chorus)
Ey shawty, shawty, shawty wadsyaname is,
wadsyaname is,
wadsyaname is
I said now shawty, shawty, shawty, whatcha yo sign,
ey whatcha yo sign,
ey whatcha yo sign,
ey,
I said now shawty, shawty, shawty, where yo man,
ey where yo man,
ey where yo man,
I said now ey shawty, shawty,
go n do yo dance,
go do yo dance,
go do yo dance,

(Verse 3)
Now shawty wadsyaname gurrrl?,
ah ah ah ah, I said now shawty whats yo sign,
ey, ey ey, ey,now tell me wheres yo man at,
hey gurl, where they at, hey gurl where they at, hey gurl where they at???

Ey shawty wadsyaname gurrrl,
(Ah Chanelle!)
Ey now I said shawty whats yo sign,
(Pisces!)
Now tell me wheres yo man at,
(whocurrrs)
where they at,
(whocurrrs)
where they at,
(whocurrrs!!!)


(Chorus)
Ey shawty, shawty, shawty wadsyaname is,
wadsyaname is,
wadsyaname is
I said now shawty, shawty, shawty, whatcha yo sign,
ey whatcha yo sign,
ey whatcha yo sign,
ey,
I said now shawty, shawty, shawty, where yo man,
ey where yo man,
ey where yo man,
I said now ey shawty, shawty,
go n do yo dance,
go do yo dance,
go do yo dance,

SHAWTY!!!

(Chorus)
Ey shawty, shawty, shawty wadsyaname is,
wadsyaname is,
wadsyaname is
I said now shawty, shawty, shawty, whatcha yo sign,
ey whatcha yo sign,
ey whatcha yo sign,
ey,
I said now shawty, shawty, shawty, where yo man,
ey where yo man,
ey where yo man,
I said now ey shawty, shawty,
go n do yo dance,
go do yo dance,
go do yo dance,

SHAWTYYYY!!!!!!!

25.05.2008.

........Lloyd Banks ft. Keri Hilson-Help........


[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Ey, Excuse Me Miss You Must Be Some Kind Of A Model
Enough To Make A Shopper Run Out Of The Carlo
Enough To Make A Weak Nigga Go Mano Y Mano
Guess What I'm Strong As Rum Outta The Bottle
God Bless You When He Made Me
I Mean He Blessed Me When He Made You
I Got A Little Game Too
They Know Me Everywhere I Go
Thats What Fame Do
But We Can Keep It On The Low
Whats Your Name Boo
You Stuck In Your Ways But I Know How To Change You Range You
Tell You Things Like You're My Angel
Theres No Rules When It Come To This
Write Down Your Number Miss
They Call Me Banks
My Goverment Is Chris
They Feel Me In The Burbs
Love Me In The Bricks
Four Inch Lips On A Buggy Six
First Class Trips And The Bubblies Crys
I Work So Hard To Live Like This
[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
My Past Made Me So Weak But
You Make Me Stronger
Cause Everything Was Upside Down
Now I'm Right Back Where I Belong
Help I Think Cupid Got Me
Shot Me All Over My Body
I Think I'm Loosin My Cool
Cause I'm Doin Things I Don't Do

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah I Got Her
She Hopped In The Ride So I Can Holla
My Favorite Girl Outside Of My Impala
I Ain't Goin Sell You A Dream I Don't Gotta
You Can Walk Around In The Street With No Colla
I Pick Up All These ?? Speaks That Don't Bother
The Innocent Role Aint Workin, Work Harder
I Ain't Tryna Lock You Down, I'm No Father
But Maybe We Can Go Further If You Just Listen
It's Hard As Hell For A Man In My Position
To Pick A Good Girl Up You Gotta Know The Difference
I Wonder If There's Even One In Existence
Enough To Keep My Attention To Go The Distance
Now Imma Have To Look Hard To Find A Better One
Cause You Sex Is A 187 Hun
You Got A Nigga Doin Shit I Aint Neva Done
So Now Even When I'm On Tour I Let Her Come

[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
My Past Made Me So Weak But
You Make Me Stronger
Cause Everything Was Upside Down
Now I'm Right Back Where I Belong
Help I Think Cupid Got Me
Shot Me All Over My Body
I Think I'm Loosin My Cool
Cause I'm Doin Things I Don't Do
[Female:]
You Not Lot The Ones I'm Used To
I See Us Happy In Our Future
I'm Givin You All I Have
My Heart My Soul My Back
Cause You Are The Only Thing I Need

[Lloyd Banks:]
I Can Be Everything And More
Give You The Feeling You Can't Ignore

[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
My Past Made Me So Weak But (All Them Other Guys)
You Make Me Stronger (Before You)
Cause Everything Was Upside Down (Did Me Wrong)
Now I'm Right Back Where I Belong (So Wrong)
Help I Think Cupid Got Me (I Got You Now)
Shot Me All Over My Body
I Think I'm Loosin My Cool
Cause I'm Doin Things I Don't Do

23.05.2008.

........Beogradski Sindikat-Govedina.........

Svako jutro isti kurac, kada otvorim novine,
Dorucak mi presedne ko da hrsam pomije,
Od tolike baronije, trange-frange ekonomije,
Sve te silne promene svode se na obmane,
Uzimala-davala, na pljugama spavala,
Zbog akciznih slicica ubistva zataskavala,
I dripaca navala, na suvarak alava
Raspodela stanova po kongresnim salama,
A grad mirise na cevape i kobasice,
Audi se kupuje iz kasice prasice,
Sta ste vi lasice? A mi slikari naivci?
Opici se basket da bi ispali gotivci,,
To je isto xafsing ko OTADZBINO VOLIM TE
Tri sekunde u reketu... Ministre, molim te!
Znam te jos od skolice kad kupio si forice,
A sada si na konju. Zaduzen za plocice,
Najobicnija boranija, sto mnogo me ne zanima,
Ajmo sada paljba! Da bih bljunuo po glavnima,
Sto rukovode kanalima oslobodjenim carina,
Firmama za izvoz oruzja i malina,
Aferama, skandalima sa bivsim generalima,
Veselim bankarima s elektricnim gitarama,
Sto valjaju sve: PTT, cementare...
A bog te pita gde su sve te pare nestale!!!

Ref.
Ajmo svi zajedno kao psi da lajemo
AV AV AV AV AV AV AV AV AV AV AV
Ajmo svi zajedno funjare da karamo
UNGH UNGH UNGH UNGH UNGH UNGH UNGH UNGH
Ajmo svi zajedno pijani da slavimo
NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA

Menjam kanal, skupstina, talasika, komusina,
Nosata orlusina me udara po usima,
Narkomane, pusi ga! Znam te jos od mitinga,
Odelo si promenio al ista si ti bitanga,
Divi onog kiklopa, svakoj reci pritoka,
Zajaho BG pa pobego iz istoga,
Geje nova replika, eto laznog cetnika,
Ko je jaho popa? Galami sa tepiha,
Nastala polemika o pravima pedera,
U prvom planu dnevnika Zaretova perika,
Opusteno, trenerka sa flekama od cvaraka,
Na vesalici visi odelo... soma maraka,
Nema premijera, znaci brifing je kod Caneta,
Iz privatnog fluhcojga mase nam iz slafroka,
[A sada vesti dana...] Divim stigo nam Solana,
U ustima Havana, medju nogama Svilana,
Vamo viski za ortaka! Vice kozna jasa,
I promoterke za novi sajt moga ministarstva,
U skupstinskoj kafani, mrtav pijan Sami,
Tesi ga budala sto na Pinku svira klavir,
Ma olomi table, baki! Alavera Kavasaki,
Dvesta na sat, s Bastovanom pozadi,
A srpski Nostradamus, poznatiji ko Labus,
Predvidja jos pet dina sviranja u falus!?

Ref.

Na Dvaespetom sedim zagledan u Dunav,
I pitam se sada ko nam sada kroji novi ustav,
Pitam se zasto nam je predcednik mutav
I sta li Milo mulja... Jebem ga u usta!
Dal u pitanju je sverc banana ili pljuga,
Dal je prevozno sredstvo avion ili pruga,
Dal se roba placa kesom il prebijanjem duga,
Dal su partner zabari il plemena s juga,
A vlada bela kuga, sve je manje Srba,
Sestro, da bi rodila trebaju ti muda,
Da se odreknes svega i da radis kao konj,
Ili obraz kao djon pa da vacaris fond,
Da pricas suplje price, vodis duple knjige,
U drustvu kulturne elite sa osmehom gnjide,
Sto na poslovnoj veceri lazira ko keceri,
Da se foliras ko Englez, kad dodju neki strendzeri,
Da se odreknes Guce, kajmaka i radze,
A tolerises Hrvate, Borku, gej parade,
Ma, jebes Levijeve dokumentarce,
Nije me sramota sto poreklom sam odavde.

Ref.

Dzukacki sindikat! Repovi sa Kosova!
Nova govedina! Crna Gora, Vojvodina...

20.05.2008.

..........50 Cent ft. Akon-I'll Still Kill...........


Dont even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood
Aint nothin' changed, still holla at my homies (Ohhhhhhhhh)
And when I hit the block I still, will kill!
And I dont want, nigga but I will If I got to, kill!
If niggas get to fuckin' around

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
Respect come from admiration or fear
You can admire me or you can catch one in your wig
You see the Testarossa, the toasters right on my lap
So If a nigga get outta line, a nigga get clapped
I got an arsenal of infiltry, Im built for this mentally
Thats why Im the general, I do what they pretend to do
Front on me now nigga I will be the end of you
Forget ya enemies and think of what your friends'll do
I drop a bag off, then let a mag off
The Hecklar Koch should tear have of your ass off
Im not for the games, Im not for all the playin'
The hollow tips rain, when I unless the pain
Get the message from my lines or get the message from the .9's
Paint a picture with words, you can see when I shine
Put my back on the wall nigga, watch me go for mine
I let 21 shots off at the same time, yeah!

[Akon: Chorus]
Dont even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood
Aint nothin' changed, still holla at my homies (Ohhhhhhhhh)
And when I hit the block I still, will kill!
And I dont want, nigga but I will If I got to, kill!
If niggas get to fuckin' around
If niggas get to fuckin' around...

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Yeah!
Where Im from death is always in the air homie
Nanna love me so you know she say my prayers for me
I got creepin' through the hood wearin' teflon
Hit the corners mother fuckers get left on
Niggas know If not they better check my background
Try and stick me, Ill fill your back with mac rounds
Ask Preme nigga 50 dont back down
I kick it funky like fiends in a crack house
Cross the line boy Ima air ya ass out
Screw your face at me, I wanna know what thats 'bout
Nigga I know you aint mad, I done came up
And If you are, fuck you 'cause I aint changed up
The O.G's wanna talk but I dont know these niggas
And I aint did no business with 'em, I dont owe these niggas
A minute of my time, get it 'cause I grind
All across the globe like the worlds mine Yeah!

[Akon: Chorus]
Dont even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood
Aint nothin' changed, still holla at my homies (Ohhhhhhhhh)
And when I hit the block I still, will kill!
And I dont want, nigga but I will If I got to, kill!
If niggas get to fuckin' around
If niggas get to fuckin' around...

[Verse 3: Akon]
Konvict!
Now tell me have you ever looked up in the distance
And seen a mac aimin' at your head mayne
Before you know it, life is flashin', reminiscin and your body is drippin' and full of lead
mayne
I done been there (Uh huh), I done cocked that (Uh huh), It aint ever been a question Im bout
that
Dont go there, you'll get cocked at, and if you plan to fuck around and rewrite that
You'll never catch me ridin' around on these streets, with all the couple metal pieces under
my feet
Fully automatic weapons and know it was done deeds
Smash up under the carpet like a Tennessy breeze, but 50 dont make me ride on these niggas
(Hey)
Cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggas, 50 dont make me ride on these niggas
Cause I been long gone like the ripper, soooo..

[Akon: Chorus]
Dont even look at me wrong when I come through the 'hood
Aint nothin' changed, still holla at my homies (Ohhhhhhhhh)
And when I hit the block I still, will kill!
And I dont want, nigga but I will If I got to, kill!
If niggas get to fuckin' around
If niggas get to fuckin' around...

18.05.2008.

........The Game-Da Shit............

[Intro:]

Now where's the shit?
The shit?
The shit!
N*gga whatsup man?
Come on kill that noise man, let's just get the shit,
Don't worry, you'll get the shit,
You'll be,
Knee deep in shit!

[Chorus: (The Game)]

I'm a G, you can't see me,
That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch)
I'm the shit, and you know,
It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop *****z)
Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh,
As I cruise, streets of Compton
(Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell them *****z)

[Verse 1:]

I let the whole world know that I can't be stopped,
Even without Doc I'm still from the (Streets of Compton),
Yeah ***** I said it, and I'ma stay on top,
Like a hoodrat with bomb ass cock,
Run up in 'em like these rap *****z, I ain't gotta clap *****z,
End your career with one line like that *****z,
Hit the switch front and back, make it bounce,
Let it jump, Killa-for-ni-a is where I'm from,
3 wheelin' with the ass out, smoke chronic 'til I pass out,
All the way to my ***** Daz house,
He always gotta big bad bitch from Long Beach,
She a known freak and she gotta long reach,
She gon' touch it, suck it, fuck it, never back down,
'specially when Al Green in the background,
Now bitch hit the weed and turn that ass round,
It's time to bring back Chronic into Doggystyle,
Westcoast *****z still holdin' shit down,

[Chorus: (The Game)]

I'm a G, you can't see me,
That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch)
I'm the shit, and you know,
It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop *****z)
Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh,
As I cruise, streets of Compton
(Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell them *****z)

[Verse 2:]

I'm back on the cover of the Source and the XXL,
Floatin' all through the (Streets of Compton),
I got more bitches, more plaques, more beef, and more straps,
That's what the fuck I call "Gangsta rap",
I was the Aftermath remedy 'til friends turn enemies,
Streets kept me laced like bloods dipped in hennesse,
You *****z act like the Game can't roll 'em out,
One man show still sell a motherfucker out,
We know Dre still sell a motherfucker out,
'cus everybody here from the (Streets of Compton),
We got crip *****z, blood *****z, assays, asians,
Red and blue laces, tattoos on faces,
I kept you *****z waiting had to take you back to the basics,
Switch the Impala from gold to chrome Daitons,
Everytime your bitch hear my voice she masturbating,
I run though hoes like Walter Payton on the daily,
I got your main bitch swallowing my babies,

[Chorus: (The Game)]

I'm a G, you can't see me,
That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch)
I'm the shit, and you know,
It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop *****z)
Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh,
As I cruise, streets of Compton
(Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell them *****z)

I'm the Westcoast Rakim, got you *****z blocked in,
Glass house parked sideways on the stock rims,
New school, old school mentality,
Translation - Four pumps and twelve batteries,
Hydraulics make the world go round,
Your girl go down, chronic make your girl slow down,
For she end up like superhead, giving superhead,
Every ***** in the industry now fuck superhead,
And I might just fuck her too,
If I ever catch her sliding or riding through the (Streets of Compton),
Rolling down Green Leaf smoking on that green leaf,
With a Mac 10 like I was born on Queen's Street,
Murder MCs like I was born in Queen's Bridge,
That how I show you palm *****z where the King is,
And you don't wanna play chess on a time clock,
I'm in the Hall Of Fame next to Snoop, behind 'Pac,
I got the whole motherfucking world locked,

[Chorus: (The Game)]

I'm a G, you can't see me,
That must be, why you're talkin' (Shut your mouth bitch)
I'm the shit, and you know,
It, never stops, there's no stoppin' (It don't stop *****z)
Light a lo', blow a smoke, oh,
As I cruise, streets of Compton

(Roll out the six fo, six trey, glass house, '57 Chevelot, tell them *****z)

[Outro:]

Everybody wanna know what the fuck is going on,
Am I signed to Aftermath? Interscope? What's up with Geffen?
I'ma just say it like this:
One day I walked in the motherfuckin' house,
And all my shit was gone.

17.05.2008.

........Pismo Munibovog havera(guznog)...........

ZA VODJU BHFANATIKOSA

Draga  gospodo i drugovi iz BH Fanatikosa,

Čujem da pokušavate iz petnih žila da nam zajebete našeg druga i gospodina Muniba, legendu bh. oranica i terena, što se pohlepom, lopovlukom, lošom mezom i pričom o boljitku našeg fudbala-nogometa prse i diče...

Ne dirajte nam Muniba...Jer Muniba opet treba postaviti na prijesto.....đe mu je i mjesto...

Kako da ponovo ne izaberemo našeg Muniba, kad on odlično poznaje engleski jezik, perfektno poznaje evropski bonton, vrhunski poznaje škotski viski, vanserijski poznaje srpske krmenadle i Karađorđevu šniclu, ima sjajne veze sa bratskim savezima Srbije, Poljske, Madagaskara, Albanije, Kenije, Ruande, Zimbabvea, sa iranskim šahom ne da igra šaha, nego ga razvaljuje u boćanju, a u radu po učinku / učiniš ti meni učinim ja tebi/ je majstor nad majstorima....

Kako da ne izaberemo našeg Muniba, jer njegove uvijek bistre i tople oči, zrače optimizmom, patriotizmom, alkoholizmom...hm...pardon, skrivenim altruizmom, on svojom vedrinom plijeni ne samo na evropskim i svjetskim  nego i na terenima od Laktaša pa do Trebinja...

I zato ne dirajte nam našeg Muniba, jer takvu gromadu bh fudbal što se nogometom zove još nije imao, takvog vođu, stijenu u savezu, savez još nije imao, jedan je naš Munib, takvo što majka ne rađa, to završi u teglama da studenti imaju s čim da se vježbaju...

Dobar je to čovjek, ako se može takvo što za njega reći, ima on i dobrih strana, samo ih je teško pronaći, zna on pokazati da voli BIH, samo što to teško prevali preko usta, i na kraju voli on i Vas, samo ga vi ne razumijete , jer obično Vam se pijan obraća, a pijani ljudi ne kontaju ni sami sebe...

I zato, vapaj Vam šaljem oooooo, BH Fanatikosi, ne dirajte nam u Muniba, jer Munib je naš, a mi smo  njegovi.

Čuvajte nam Muniba ko zjenicu „saveza“ svog!!!!!

16.05.2008.

......BHF....SAVEZ NAPOLJE.....

Moro sam ovo napisat jer mi je pun kurac gledat lopovluk....Fino su Mehu Kodru smjenili jer covjek nije htjeo da ide u jebeni Iran,i onda covjek nepostuje savez.......I oce da se Sergej vrati oce moj kurac.....Srusicemo savez jebacemo vam djecu......Svima je pun kurac gledat lopovluk Muniba i saveza......BHF ce vam jebat majku,bolje da bjezite jer NEBO NAD NAMA IMA DA GORI....Kako se nebojite BOGA,sramota....SAVEZ NAPOLJE ...Vi volite svoj supak,a ne BOSNU...Novi selektor Denijal Piric,al Kodro nedaj se lave OSVETA STIZE...  BOSNO VOLIM TE                            



Zemljo tisućljetna   
Na vjernost ti se kunem
Od mora do Save
Od Drine do Une.

Jedna si jedina
Moja domovina
Jedna si jedina
Bosna i Hercegovina

Bog nek' te sačuva
Za pokoljenja nova
Zemljo mojih snova
Mojih pradjedova.

Jedna si jedina
Moja domovina
Jedna si jedina
Bosna i Hercegovina.
Zemljo tisućljetna
Na vjernost ti se kunem
Od mora do Save
Od Drine do Une.

Jedna si jedina
Moja domovina
Jedna si jedina
Bosna i Hercegovina

Bog nek' te sačuva
Za pokoljenja nova
Zemljo mojih snova
Mojih pradjedova.

Jedna si jedina
Moja domovina
Jedna si jedina
Bosna i Hercegovina.

 ---------------------------------
 Ljiljani zlatni, opet smo s vama,
Ponovo nebo će gorit nad nama.
Jaki k'o kamen Staroga mosta,
na nas je majka Bosna ponosna.

BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF.

Neka se trese, neka se ori,
stadion cijeli ima da gori.
Od Viliniusa, do Marakane,
imamo muda, idemo svuda.

BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF.

Jebemo savez, jebemo vladu,
ginemo za njih a oni nas kradu,
jer izdaja to je njihova furka,
hajmo ih rušit diže se buka.

Gazi sve četnike, sve su to pičkice,
gazi sve četnike, sve su to pičkice.

Zastave Bosne neka se viju,
ljiljani naši bitku sad biju.
Najjači mi smo, pjesma nas nosi,
sinovi Bosne, FANATICOSI.

BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF.

Vaše bakljade sve slabije gore,
trenutak se čeka, igrači se bore.
Suze vam teške i svi ste vi mali,
kada vam Sergej mrežu zapali.

Tribine sve gorit će, stadion planut će.
Svako srce pucat će, punim glasom pjevaće.

BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF,
BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF, BHF.

 ---------------------------------------

Sve što želim u ovom trenutku,
Igraj Bosno, igraj i pobijedi,
Za nama će ostati neredi,
Igraj Bosno, igraj i pobijedi.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Ljiljani zlatni, pjesma se ori
Navija cijeli stadion
Nad nama nebo ima da gori
Jer ti si Bosno šampion.
 
Poludi Cazin i Banja Luko
Poludi šeher Saraj'vo
I gradu smoga i gradu soli
I majko Hercegovino.
 
Ooooo Oooo Ooooooooo
Ooooo Ooooo
BH Fanaticos

Nanana nanana nanananana
Nanana nanana
Volim te BiH!
 
Svoju mladost
Srce svoje
Tebi dadoh Jedina
Samo tebi, samo tebi
Draga moja BiH
 
Teško onom ko ti prijeti
Zemljo naših djedova
Svoj će život tebi dati
Vojska Fanatika
 
Ooooo Oooo Ooooooooo
Ooooo Ooooo
BH Fanaticos
 
Nanana nanana nanananana
Nanana nanana
Volim te BiH!

 

 

 -----------------------------------
Ja za Bosnu život daću,
Daću dušu, daću srce, daću sve što imam ja.
Ja za Bosnu navijaću,
i za Bosnu umrijeću.
Stadionom odjekuje,
naprijed Bosno, naprijed Bosno, nikada ne predaj se.
Stadionom odjekuje BHF je uz tebe.

Nanananananananananananananana
Stadionom odjekuje, BHF je uz tebe.

 ------------------------------------
Za Bosnom tugujem,
Bosni se radujem,
Bosna je dio života mog,
Bosno ti si šampion!

 ---------------------------------------

I kad ti budu svi leđa okrenuli,
I tad će BHF za tebe ginuti,
Ale, ale, ale Savez napolje,
Ale, ale, ale Savez napolje.

 

16.05.2008.

......The Game-It's Okay(One Blood).....

Dre, I see dead people

Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]

Yo, Dre
Thought I was Dead
West coast

One blood [x4]

[Verse 1]
I'm the Doctor's Advocate, nigga dre shot ya
Brought me back from the dead, that's why they call him the doctor
The (after)'math don't drop them
That's why 50 ain't rockin' with him
No more, IT'S OKAY, I get it poppin'
Whole club rockin'
Like a '64 impala
Drink cris, throw it up
Call the shit hydraulics
Then piss in the cup
Call the shit hypnotic
I bleed Compton
Spit crack and shit chronic
And you new niggaz ain't shit
But new niggaz
Played to get shooed niggaz
I'm talkin' ta you, nigga
Bouncin' in da '64 throwin' up West side, man
Sellin' another 5 million albums, YES I AM
Fresh like damn
This nigga did it again
A thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim
Inside the lambo(rghini) in the shotgun with Snoop
What would the motherfuckin' West coast be without one crip and {one Blood}

[chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]

[Verse 2]
I'm from the West side of the '64 Impala
Where niggaz say "Where you from" we'll never say "Holla"
Bandanna on the right side
Gun on the left side
Niggaz in New York, know how to throw up the West side
Word to Eazy
I'm so ill, believe me
I made room for Jeezy
But the rest of you niggaz better be glad you breathin'
All i need is one reason
I'm the king, and Dre said the West coast need me
I don't know why you niggaz keep tryin' me
Everybody knows I'm the add to the Aftermath dynasty
And I ain't gotta make shit for the club
What DJ gonna turn down the .38 snub?
You 38 and you still rappin' uhh
I'm 26 nigga, so is the dubs
On the '07 Hummer
Hop out with no bodyguards
When the chronic smoke clear all you see is {one Blood}

[chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]

[Verse 3]
I ain't got no beef with 50, no beef with Jay
What's beef when you gettin' head in the 6-tray?
And the double game chain, I keep 'em on display
Black T-shirt, so all you see is the A (aftermath)
Turn on the TV, and all you see is the A (aftermath)
Niggaz better make a dance and try to get radio play
Keep on +snappin' your fingers+, I ain't going away
I don't regret what I spit, cuz I know waht I say
And niggaz keep talkin' about me, they don't know when to stop
I got the Louis Vuitton buckle, holdin' tha glock
No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop
Wait 'til Lil' Jon come on and left off a shot
I have the number 1 billboard spot
Niggaz stepped on my fingers, and I climb right back to the top
I'm BIG, I'm Cube, I'm NaS, I'm 'Pac
This ain't shit but a warnin' til my album drop

[chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x8]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]

16.05.2008.

.......The Game ft. Will.i.am-Compton.....

"Gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie! Gangsta boogie.."
Nigga nigga nigga I'm from

[Chorus:]
(Compton, Compton, Compton)
It's the home of America's gangsta rap
The place of danger where
The "Gangsta boogie", the "gangsta boogie!"
The "Gangsta boogie"}, the "gangsta boogie!"
Where the cops is crooked, and them bitches is killin
And them niggaz hold it down like black guerillas, where
The "Gangsta boogie", the "gangsta boogie!"
The "Gangsta boogie" - nigga nigga nigga I'm from (Compton)

[The Game:]
Yeah, The Game on fire, check the gold wires
Hip-Hop on lock like some muh'fuckin pliers
Me and Will.I.Am yeah we take niggaz higher
Niggaz talkin shit get your fuckin mouth wired
Walkin through Compton, Eazy still alive
Raider hat to the back throw your dubs in the sky
My flowetry wicked, sit back while I kick it
And do it like Dre did it, N.W.A. did it
I cook crack like the first nigga that ever bought a brick
from a ese, nigga I could write an essay
About all the gangsta niggaz that I seen lowridin
In they Che-vys with a bitch ridin shotgun reppin L.A.
Crips, Bloods, homes goin loco
My glock to me, is like Ice Cube and Yo-Yo
Sittin in a low-low, on chrome spinners
Nobody drop nuttin this winter, nigga I'm from [Chorus]

[The Game:]
Nigga I smoke chronic, ain't shit changed
since Young MC and Eazy-E was rappin, "We All in the Same Gang"
Some niggaz chain hang, other niggaz gangbang
I do both cause I'm the king of the motherfuckin West coast
Kick the door open, Will let's go
Flow like Esco', New York niggaz say I'm the best yo
Hard like Timbos, blowin on indo
Niggaz try to play me get stretched out like a limo
I was shoppin crack when Dre was bangin my demo
And all you old niggaz is washed up like N.O.
Don't take it the wrong way, I got love for my kinfolk
Can I get a moment of silence Will bang the instrumental
.. I spit for my niggaz in the line-up
that'll never see the sun again, so I close my blinds up
First album sold 'em out, Impalas rolled 'em out
Cause the whole motherfuckin world wanna know about

[Chorus x2]   [The Game:]
Welcome to the city of G's
Where we eat fried chicken, rice, and black-eyed peas
Fans got us in-the-scope/Interscope, like Jimmy Iovine
Cause we +Ruthless+, like Will before the +Black Eyed Peas+
Fuck all rappers, look at all the hate I see
I'm sick, you can't get rid of me, I'm HIV
Nigga get another job, hip-hop is not hirin
I'm the reason Dre feel comfortable retirin
I just might put out "Detox" myself
Smoke so much, I check in detox myself
One man army, took out Reeboks myself   Fortyfive in my khakis gotta watch my health
I'm so hard nigga, glock 17 quick draw nigga
Like the old me, 17, sippin malt liquor
All black khaki suit, all black Converse
Nigga I'ma keep on stompin comin +Straight Outta+

[Chorus x2]

15.05.2008.

.....Lloyd Banks ft. Nate Dogg,Eminem,50 Cent-Warrior Part 2 ........


[Intro: Eminem]
Woo!!! Yeah!!! Remix!!! (50 Cent: Ha Ha!!!) Lloyd Banks!!! (Lloyd Banks: Uh Huh!!!) Ha Ha!!!

[Verse 1: Eminem]
It's like a throne that he don't even own
He won't sit down give him a crown he just throws it around
It's like a joke he's like a king but he don't do a thing
He don't want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry
He don't want the room and he don't want the loot he's in it for the sport
Runnin circles 'round his competition on the court
He appreciates your support but he ain't beggin for it
And you can love and you can hate it but you can't ignore it, you can't be that ignorant
But you can try to sell him short
But you can't fuck with his last joint or the one before it
And he was born to raise hell like them country boys
And If I'm frontin then you better come confront me for it

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
This is the story of a warrior and now you know it
True warriors go ahead and make some noise
It ain't healthy to be makin niggaz paranoid
Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys
I'm doin a hundred twenty in the fast lane
Kick back just relax let me do my thang
Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain
Money, power and respect in this rap game

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
He's straight outta a neighborhood where niggaz hate
To see you blow and eat your dinner off a bigger plate
There stomachs ache while he's loungin in the big estate
And he hops in a hundred thousand where the nigga stay, houses with a bigger gate
Houndin him's a big mistake, he won't surrender he'll rather give up a rib to break
Cause he remembers when they wouldn't lend a helpin hand
Till he was sittin on green like a Celtics fan
Created a buzz to where you gotta mention his name
When you discussin the illest playa that's in the game
And he's ridin with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and 'em
G-Unit Records ain't a motherfucker stoppin them

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
This is the story of a warrior and now you know it
True warriors go ahead and make some noise
It ain't healthy to be makin niggaz paranoid
Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys
I'm doin a hundred twenty in the fast lane
Kick back just relax let me do my thang
Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain
Money, power and respect in this rap game

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
He's no magician man the kid does something out of nothin
So that nigga's from his hood act like he owes him somethin
They talk crazy till they send niggaz to where to buck him
Ask him if it's a problem and he'll say nah it's nothin
He was gonna help 'em out but since they funny fuck 'em
He don't care how they feel they can hate him or love him
He held his own on his own the kid is really thuggin
He's rich now he ain't change so niggaz think he buggin
He bulletproof everything cause niggaz try and buck him
Keeps two pistols I'll show you where he tuck 'em
Niggaz say they 'gon get at him but they can't touch him
Try to catch you slippin then creepin he start bussin

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
This is the story of a warrior and now you know it
True warriors go ahead and make some noise
It ain't healthy to be makin niggaz paranoid
Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys
I'm doin a hundred twenty in the fast lane
Kick back just relax let me do my thang
Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain
Money, power and respect in this rap game

[Outro: Nate Dogg]
I can give you niggaz somethin you can talk about
I can turn your smile upside down
You ain't no G you a fuckin clown
I can take your girl and tu-turn her out
Don't hold it in let it all out
I can give you fuckers somethin to be mad about
Invite her in send her back out
With my DNA all in her mouth

13.05.2008.

.......Chamillionaire ft. Slick Rick-Hip Hop Police.....

Chamillionaire [Intro]:
Go x6
Keep runnin' homie
Go x6
They on the trail
Go x6
Keep runnin' homie
Go x6
They on the trail

Chamillionaire [Chorus]:
With so much drama in the industry
Hip Hop Police are listening
Be careful or you'll be history
Looks like another unsolved mystery
It's murda, murda, murda
Ah it's murda, murda, murda
Yeah it's murda, murda murda
Somebody tell em it's murda
Murder was the case and they blamed me

Chamillionaire (Cham as Hip-Hop Police) [Verse 1]:
Officer I didn't do it, you can't blame me for this
Could you please loosen up the handcuffs on my wrists?
You can call me what you wanna but mayne I ain't a snitch
No cooperation is exactly what you would get
Til I talk til my lawyer, you get no reply
(You've obviously been watching too much CSI
I'm not a crash dummy so don't even try
To talk your dirty trash to me, no BFI
If you are not guilty of anything, then why did you run?)
Cause you the police and plus I saw you cocking your gun
And the chamber wasn't empty, it was obviously one
(If you think I'm believing that one, your obviously dumb)
Huh? (I know that you heard the sirens, you dived in
To the vehicle you was driving and ridin
A+nd you shouldn't be whining about abidin+
By the law, nah it's obvious your lying)

Chamillionaire [Chorus]:
With so much drama in the industry
Hip Hop Police are listening
Be careful or you'll be history
Looks like another unsolved mystery
It's murda, murda, murda
Ah it's murda, murda, murda
Yeah it's murda, murda murda
Somebody tell em it's murda
Murder was the case and they blamed me

Chamillionaire (Cham as Hip Hop Police) [Verse 2]:
(Stop lying to me boy, it'd be best you confess
I can smell the BS on the scent of your breath
Saw the ??? while I was inspecting your deck
Saw that you was ridin dirty when I looked at the rest
Who is this guy Busta? Who is this guy Snoop?
Who is his other friend who's wearing the sky blue?
[Hip Hop Police lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

Look at this pic here, he standing beside you
Tell me his name now, I heard he was piru
Confiscated the CD's at one of your homes
For evidence ever since we heard some of your songs
What about this Pimp guy, he was on one of your songs
I coulda sworn he said he had a pocket full of stones
Am I wrong?) Hell yeah, I don't know who that is
I don't know no Pimp C, all I know is I'm rich
And I'ma bond like James, bet I be out here quick
Man (You ain't getting out of here, you must think that your slick
In the car we confiscated The Chronic and The Clipse
Diary that you had and all your Blueprints
On the Death Row booklet, we found your two prints
Your thumb and your index, the judge will love this)

Chamillionaire (Slick Rick) +Both+ [Chorus 2]:
With so much drama in the industry
Hip Hop Police are listening
Be careful or you'll be history
Looks like another unsolved mystery
It's murda (It's a bloody murder)
Ah it's murda (It's a bloody murder)
Yeah it's murda (It's a bloody murder)
Somebody tell 'em it's murda
+Murder was the case and they blamed me+

Slick Rick (Cham as Hip Hop Police) [Slick as Hip Hop Police] +Slick as Victim+ [Verse 3]:

(And you can see your screwed as the evidence pours in
The witness to the crime was at 3 in the morning
Gave us a description so we picked up your boy and
You'll get a lighter sentence if you put the crime on him
[A big celebrity, a case we long for
You a pirate, Why you got that eyepatch on for?
Funny (Puttin people in a hurse what I heard for
Where were you the night of April 21st son?]
Home [?Son, I think that you got your facts wrong, gats on you
Chamillionaire, Rob, Chuck,? Couple cats on Melview]
What? [We gonna have to jail you too
In the line-up, don't speak until we tell you to
This the person who jimmed your lock, sir?]
+Well he's dark, Kinda looked like him, I'm not sure+
?Fail into nail? cause a cell ?it's another?
Leave, I see an unmarked tail ?in the glover?
Hit the Bodega, not no more game
This chick used to be all nice, acting all strange
Like she was gonna get it, pathetic
I sell in court now they all apologetic

Chamillionaire [Chorus]:
With so much drama in the industry
Hip Hop Police are listening
Be careful or you'll be history
Looks like another unsolved mystery
It's murda, murda, murda
Ah it's murda, murda, murda
Yeah it's murda, murda murda
Somebody tell em it's murda
Murder was the case and they blamed me

11.05.2008.

.......The Game ft. Daz,Kurupt-Bang.......

[Chorus]
[K:] You got them funny ass colors on, take it off
[G:] If you in the club with ice on we takin' off
[D:] I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off
[K:] What?
[D:] Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on

[The Game]
Gettin' my bang on, red strings on
Luis Vuitton kicks, Luis Vuitton frames on
Luis Vuitton belt holdin' the fo'-five
You know who I am bitch, I'm Mr. Westside

[Daz]
This West West or nothin' - get your pistols, get your flag
Gangstas we love to sag, we cock it back and blast
Like booyaka-booyaka, we lay the party down
G-G-Game, Dogg Pound

[The Game]
Everybody get down

[Kurupt]
Look nigga... I nurture and breed
I ain't never gave a fuck about a bitches needs
And bitch niggaz try to invade our town
I'ma lay 'em down, spray the 'K and get out

[The Game]
Say goodbye to the '6-4, hello to the '6-trey
He ain't never seen hydraulics, look at his bitch face
Up, down - now watch my shit scrape
Daz call Snoop, I'ma Crip Walk to get Dre
and Blood Bounce back, heat on the track
Dribble rock like Wade and bounce like Shaq
Throw a O in the pot and watch it bounce right back
Like that (like that?) like that

[Chorus]
[K:] You got them funny ass colors on, take it off
[G:] If you in the club with ice on we takin' off
[D:] I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off
[K:] What?
[D:] Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on

[Daz]
We street connected, respected, I gets pathetic
When I did it I must admit it, so nigga go and rep it
Lil' homies around her constantly on smash mode
Lil' niggaz with pistols that blowin' out your asshole
Bang how we give it, the culture that we live in
Fresh out the hospital or fresh out the prison
Real niggaz for life, the roots of the G tree
N.W.A., Dr. D-R-E

[The Game]
We not S-T-A-R's, we don't put stars in our shoes
Bitch we put the whole car on the shoes
You don't wanna see my car on the news
I'll "Set It Off" like Queen Latifah, red beam on the nina

[Kurupt]
Bang out, chippin' in traffic, dippin' the classic
Dippin' to classics, whoopin' that ass
It's hood niggaz ready to get it, your bitch can get it
Cause I know she'll suck a dick in less than a minute
Cuz, I'ma have to show him where the house at
Two milli macks, semi-automatic situational attack
In the back with a sack, Cadillac all black
Like this and like that
Bang, broken like glass and plastic
Bang out on him with the mask and plastic
We got access to massive plastiques
Purchased last week, D.P.G.C.
Bang

[Chorus]
[K:] You got them funny ass colors on, take it off
[G:] If you in the club with ice on we takin' off
[D:] I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off
[K:] What?
[D:] Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on

[The Game (Kurupt)]
Here come them outta town niggaz, what up Blood?
(What up cuz? They don't even know what 2Pac first album was)
Should I tell 'em Blood? (Nah, fuck 'em loc)
Me and Kurupt three-wheelin' on the hundred spokes
(Dash, brake, bounce and scrape)
Run up on the '6-4, see the AK's
(Bang) like Eazy, (Bang) like Dre
(Bang) like Snoop, (Bang) in L.A.
(Bang) like Crips and Bloods
From now on, wear a Bathing Ape hoodie get stripped in the club
Like a bitch in the club, watch him strip in the club
You like ice creams? Get a banana split in the club
No jewelry, you can't wear shit in the club
And that go for every nigga and bitch in the club
So you better take it off 'fore you get in the club
Game and Dogg Pound along side sittin' on dubs
Remember that

[Chorus]
[K:] You got them funny ass colors on, take it off
[G:] If you in the club with ice on we takin' off
[D:] I thought you was a gangsta nigga, you better shake it off
[K:] What?
[D:] Sh-Sh-Shake it off, or get banged on

10.05.2008.

........The Game-Higher......

It\'s that, it\'s that, it\'s that, it\'s that... chronic, chronic, chronic,
chronic
It\'s that, it\'s that, it\'s that, it\'s that... hydrolex, drolex, drolex,
drolex
It\'s that, it\'s that, it\'s that, it\'s that... Westside, Westside,
Westside, Westside
It\'s that, it\'s that, it\'s that, it\'s that... Compton, Compton,
Compton, Compton

[Bridge]
It\'s not that I can\'t stop, It\'s that I won\'t stop, I make it hot (I do it)
I\'ll be on top, as soon as the beat drop, I\'ll make the whole club
rock (I do it)

[The Game]
Lace my Air Ones up, put my gun up
I don\'t need that I\'m riding wit Dre
Who don\'t love us, every hood throwin they dubs up
Who the fuck yall thought was comin after Young Buck
hip hops worst nightmare, Mr. Gangsta Rap is back in black
nike airs
You want war, we can settle it right here
I got a squad, E-V-E and Busta Rhymes yeah
Or you could give me ya bitch, her with the light hair
Sit her next to these yellow bottles, tea right there
Matter fact I\'ll take you in the back
you in the hat, and you in the blue and the black
Lets have a gangsta party
Somebody lean over and tell Banks to order another case of
fortys
Yo Doc give them a coke with that, wake up the west coast is
back

[CHORUS]
(I can take you hiyaaaah)
Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo\' - You ain\'t
know?
(I can take you hiyaaaah)
It\'s the motherfuckin chronic nigga thats whatsup - roll that
blunt
(I can take you hiyaaaah)
G-Unit, Shady Aftermath I\'m the motherfuckin Game and
(I can take you hiyaaaah)

[Bridge]
It\'s not that I can\'t stop, It\'s that I won\'t stop, I make it hot (I do it)
I\'ll be on top, as soon as the beat drop, I\'ll make the whole club
rock (I do it)

[Game + (Snoop Dogg)]
Like Dre did, I created a buzz without a single like N.W.A. did
From the hood -liquor- store to the state pen
This is gin and juice
the doc made the club R.O.C. without timbaland boots
First nigga to put drolex on a bentley coupe
You wanna piimp? I perm my shit up like snoop (Westside)
Chronic 2005 motherfucker, put the purple in the dutch
\"Let it Burn\" like Usher giirl
Drop down, do the eagle, fuck that
Real niggaz just pull up they pants and lean back giirl
Make 50 spill his cris, he\'ll call you a bitch
I\'ma call you and hit , you can ya girlfriend, we can make it a
flick
I got the lollipop if you wanna lick
Or you can take a ride on the magic stick

[CHORUS]
(I can take you hiyaaaah)
Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo\' - You ain\'t
know?
(I can take you hiyaaaah)
It\'s the motherfuckin chronic nigga thats whatsup - roll that
blunt
(I can take you hiyaaaah)
G-Unit, Shady Aftermath I\'m the motherfuckin Game and
(I can take you hiyaaaah)

[Bridge]
It\'s not that I can\'t stop, It\'s that I won\'t stop, I make it hot (I do it)
I\'ll be on top, as soon as the beat drop, I\'ll make the whole club
rock (I do it)

[Game]
Put 25\'s on the hummer, why not
I\'ma be here for the next 10 summers
Drop me in the 4th quarter I\'m fuckin up they money
I don\'t need sound scan I\'m doin my own numbers
When that impala bounce you can see the chrome under
I got em\' in every color yea I\'m a known stunner
When I hit a switch I get higher than long jumpers
low ridin with a hood rat or a grown woman
And I\'ll do anything but I won\'t fuck Mariah
Even if she had Ashanti butt naked in bed
cause she got a forehead just like Tyra
I can say what the fuck I want, you thought Dre retired
Left me in 6-4 his Dayton wires
These niggaz is a waste of rhymin, Doc got somthing to say be
quiet

[Dr. Dre]
Look out for Detox

[CHORUS]
(I can take you hiyaaaah)
Show you how that low rider bounce off the flo\' - You ain\'t
know?
(I can take you hiyaaaah)
It\'s the motherfuckin chronic nigga thats whatsup - roll that
blunt
(I can take you hiyaaaah)
G-Unit, Shady Aftermath I\'m the motherfuckin Game and
(I can take you hiyaaaah)

[Bridge]
It\'s not that I can\'t stop, It\'s that I won\'t stop, I make it hot (I do it)
I\'ll be on top, as soon as the beat drop, I\'ll make the whole club
rock (I do it)

08.05.2008.

........Fort Minor-Believe Me.......

[chorus]
I guess
That this is where we've come to
If you don't want to
Then you don't have to believe me
But I won't be there when you go down
Just so you know now
You're on your own now believe me

I don't want to be the one to blame
You like fun and games
Keep playing em
I'm just sayin
Think back then
We was like one and the same
On the right track
But I was on the wrong train
Just like that
Now you've got a face to pain
And the devil's got a fresh new place to play
In your brain like a maze you can never escape the rain
Every damn day is the same shade of grey

Hey
I used have a little bit of a plan
Used to
Have a concept of where I stand
But that concept slipped right out of my hands
Now I don't really even know who I am
Yo, what do I have to say
Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free
What ever happens to you, we'll see
But it's not gonna happen to me

[chorus]
I guess
That this is where we've come to
If you don't want to
Then you don't have to believe me
But I won't be there when you go down
Just so you know now
You're on your own now believe me

Back then, I thought you were just like me
Somebody who could see all the pain I see
But you proved to me unintentionally
That you would self-destruct eventually
Now I'm thinking like the mistake I made doesn't hurt
But it's not gonna work
Cause it's really much worse than I thought
I wished you were something that you were not
And now this guilt is really all that I got

You turned your back
And walked away in shame
All you got is a memory of pain
Nothing makes sense so you stare at the ground
I hear your voice in my head when no one's around
What do I have to say
Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free
What ever happens to you, we'll see
But it's not gonna happen to me

[chorus]
I guess
That this is where we've come to
If you don't want to
Then you don't have to believe me
But I won't be there when you go down
Just so you know now
You're on your own now believe me

[bridge]

[chorus]
I guess
That this is where we've come to
If you don't want to
Then you don't have to believe me
But I won't be there when you go down
Just so you know now
You're on your own now believe me

Do what i have to do
You're on your own now believe me

What ever happens to you
You're on your own now believe me

What do I have to say
You're on your own now believe me

It's not gonna happen to me
You're on your own now believe me

07.05.2008.

...........N.W.A-Fuck The Police.........

Right about now, NWA court is in full effect.
Judge Dre presiding in the case of NWA versus the police department.
Prosecuting attourneys are MC Ren, Ice Cube, and Eazy muthafuckin E.
Order, order, order. Ice Cube, take the muthafuckin stand.
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
And nothin but the truth so help your black ass?
(You're goddamn right!)
Why don't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?

Fuck tha police
Comin straight from the underground
Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority

Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one
For a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell

Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin my car, lookin for the product
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics

You'd rather see me in the pen
Then me and Lorenzo rollin in the Benzo
Beat tha police outta shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still can't swallow bread and water

I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down and grabbin his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin out for the white cop

Ice Cube will swarm
On any muthafucka in a blue uniform
Just cuz I'm from the CPT, punk police are afraid of me
A young nigga on a warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin in LA
Yo Dre, I got somethin to say

Fuck the police [4x]

(Example of scene one:
(Pull your goddamn ass over right now.)
(Ah shit, what the fuck you pullin me over for?)
(Cuz I feel like it. Just sit your ass on the curb and shut the fuck up.)
(Man, fuck this shit.)
(Alright smartass, I'm takin' your black ass to jail.)
M. C. Ren, will you please give your testimony to the jury about this fucked up
Incident.)

Fuck tha police and Ren said it with authority
Because the niggaz on the street is a majority.
A gang, is with whoever I'm stepping
And the motherfuckin' weapon
Is kept in a stash box, for the so-called law
Wishin' Ren was a nigga that they never saw

Lights start flashin behind me
But they're scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me
But that shit don't work, I just laugh
Because it gives em a hint not to step in my path

To the police I'm sayin fuck you punk
Readin my rights and shit, it's all junk
Pullin out a silly club, so you stand
With a fake assed badge and a gun in your hand

But take off the gun so you can see what's up
And we'll go at it punk, I'ma fuck you up

Make ya think I'm a kick your ass
But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast
I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime
But I'm a smoke em now, and not next time

Smoke any muthafucka that sweats me
Or any assho that threatens me
I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope
Takin out a cop or two, they can't cope with me

The muthafuckin villian that's mad
With potential to get bad as fuck
So I'm a turn it around
Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound
Ya, somethin like that, but it all depends on the size of the gat

Takin out a police would make my day
But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck to say

Fuck the police [4x]

(Yo, man, what you need?
Police, open now. We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest.
Get down and put your hands up where I can see em.
Just shut the fuck up and get your muthafuckin ass on the floor.
[huh?])

(Yo Eazy-E, why don't you step up to the stand
And tell the jury how you feel abou this bullshit.)

I'm tired of the muthafuckin jackin
Sweatin my gang while I'm chillin in the shackin
Shining tha light in my face, and for what
Maybe it's because I kick so much butt

I kick ass, or maybe cuz I blast
On a stupid assed nigga when I'm playin with the trigga
Of any Uzi or an AK
Cuz the police always got somethin stupid to say

They put up my picture with silence
Cuz my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gansta, but still I got flavor

Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucka in a uniform waitin to get shot,
By me, or another nigga.
And with a gat it don't matter if he's smarter or bigger
[MC Ren: Size don't mean shit, he's from the old school, fool]

And as you all know, E's here to rule
Whenever I'm rollin, keep lookin in the mirror
And there's no cue, yo, so I can hear a
Dumb muthafucka with a gun

And if I'm rollin off the 8, he'll be tha one
That I take out, and then get away
And while I'm drivin off laughin
This is what I'll say

Fuck the police [4x]

(The verdict.
The jury has found you guilty of bein a redneck,
Whitebread, chickenshit muthafucka.
Wait, that's a lie. That's a goddamn lie.
I want justice! I want justice!
Fuck you, you black muthafucka!)

Fuck the police [3x]

06.05.2008.

...........Lupe Fiasco-Superstar.............

(feat. Matthew Santos)

[crowd cheering]

[Chorus – Matthew Santos]
If you are what you say you are, a superstar
Then have no fear, the camera's is here
And the microphone's
And they wanna' know oh oh oh oh (The Return)
If you are what you say you are, a superstar
Then have no fear, the crowd is here
And the lights are on
And they wanna show oh oh oh oh, yeah

[Verse 1 – Lupe Fiasco]
Yeah, uh
A fresh cool young Lu'
Tryna' catch his microphone check 2, 1, 2
Wanna' believe my own hype but it's too untrue
The world brought me to my knees, what have you brung you?
Did you improve on the design? Did you do somethin' new?
Well ya' name ain't on the guest list, who brung you?
YOU! The more famous person you come through
And the sexy lady next to you, you come too
And then it hit me
Standin' outside of heaven waitin' for god to come and get me
I'm too uncouth
Unschooled to the rules and too gum shoe
Too much of a new comer and too un-cool
Like Shadow and Lavelle, I battle wit' it well
Tho I need holiday like lady who sung "Blue"
Go back, whatever you did you undo
Heavy as heaven
The devil on me, two ton's too

[Chorus – Matthew Santos]
If you are what you say you are, a superstar
Then have no fear, the camera's is here
And the microphone's
And they wanna' know oh oh oh oh, yeah

[Verse 2 – Lupe Fiasco]
And ya' better wear ya' shaaades
The spotlights here can burn holes through the staaage
Down to the basement pass the Indian graves
Where the dinosaurs laid
Then out through shinin', nearly miss the airliners
Magnified times five, 'less its pointed at the ryhmer
Ricochets off the moon and sets the forest ablaaaze
Now that's important to say
'Cause even with all that most of us don't want it to faaade
We want it to braid, meaning we want it to grow
Meaning we want it to staaay
Like the Governor called and he told him to waaait
Un-strap him from the chair and put him back in his caaage
The audience ain't faaazed
And they ain't gon' clap and they ain't gon' praise
They want everything back that they've paid
'Cause they've been waitin' since ten to see the lights get dim

[Chorus – Matthew Santos]
If you are what you say you are, a superstar
Then have no fear, the crowd is here
And the lights are on
And they wanna show oh oh oh oh, yeah

[Verse 3 – Lupe Fiasco]
So chauffeur chauffeur come and take me away
'Cause I've been standin' in this line for like five whole days
Me and security ain't getting' along
And when I got to the front, they told me all of the tickets were gone
So just take me home where the mood is mellow
And the roses are grown, M&Ms are yellow
And the light bulbs around my mirror don't flicker
Everybody gets a nice autograph picture
One for you and one for your sister
Who had to work tonight but is an avid listener
Every songs her favorite song and mics don't feedback
All the reviewers say "You need to go and see that"
And everybody claps 'cause everybody is pleased
And then they all take the stage and start performin' for me
Like, ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha, ha

[Chorus – Matthew Santos]
If you are what you say you are, a superstar
Then have no fear, the camera's is here
And the microphone's
And they wanna' know oh oh oh oh
If you are what you say you are, a superstar
Then have no fear, the crowd is here
And the lights are on
And they wanna show oh oh oh oh, yeah

If you are, what you say you are
Then have no fear

06.05.2008.

........50Cent ft. Justin Timberlake,Timbaland-Ayo Technology......

Something special,
Unforgetable,
50 Cent (cent),
Justin (tin),
Timbaland (land), god damn (damn)

She she, she want it, I want to give it to her
She know that, it's right here for her
I want to, see you break it down
I'm ballin', throw'n money around

[Verse 1 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):]

She work it girl, she work the pole
She break it down, she take it low
She fine as hell, she about the dough
She doing her thing out on the floor
Her money money, she makin' makin'
Look at the way she shakin' shakin'
Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it
Have you lustin' for her, go crazy face it
Now don't stop, get it, get it
The way she shakin' make you want to hit it
Think she double jointed from the way she splitted
Got you're head f**ked up from the way she did it
She's so much more than you're used to
She know's just how to move to seduce you
She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot
Dance in you're lap till you're ready to pop

She always ready, when you want it she want it
Like a nympho, the info, I show you where to meet her
On the late night, till daylight the club jumpin'
If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want

[Chorus (Justin Timberlake):]

Baby this a new age, you like my new craze
Let's get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, why don't you sit down on top of me

Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh (soo), I got to give it to her

Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you

[Verse 2 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):]

Got a thing for that thing she got
The way she make it shake, the way she make it pop
Make it rain for us so she don't stop
I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch
In her fantasy, there's plain to see
Just how it be, on me, backstrokin', sweat soaking
All into my set sheets
When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll
I'll be in this bitch till the club close
What should I do, one thing on all fours
Now that that shit should be against the law
From side to side, let the ride, break it down (down down)
You know I like, when you hike and you throw it all around
Different style, different move, damn I like the way you move
Girl you got me thinking about, all the things I do to you
Let's get it poppin' shorty we can switch positions
From the couch to the counters in my kitchen

[Chorus (Justin Timberlake):]

Baby this a new age, you like my new craze
Let's get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don't do you justice baby
Why don't you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, why don't you sit down on top of me
Aayooh
I'm tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me

Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh (soo), I got to give it to her

Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you

05.05.2008.

.....2Pac-Dear Mama.......

You are appreciated...

When I was young,me and my mama had beef
17 years old kicked out on tha streets
though back in tha time,never thought I'd see her face
ain't a woman alive that can take my mommas place
suspended from school,sccared ta go home
I was a fool with tha big boys breaking all tha rules
shed tears with my baby sister
over tha years we wuz poorer than tha other little kids
and eventhough we had different daddies
tha same drama when things wehnt wrong we blamed mama
I reminised on tha stress I caused,it wuz hell
hugg'en on my mama from a jail cell
and who'd think in elementry,heey I'd see the penatentry
one day
running from tha police,that's right
momma catch me---put a whopp'en to my backside
and even as a crack fiend mama,
ya always was a black queen mamma,
I finally understand for a woman
it ain't easy---trying ta raise a man
ya always wuz commited,a poor single mother on welfare,
tell me how ya did it
there's no way I can pay ya back
but tha plan is ta show ya that I understand
you are appreciated....

Chorus:

Laaady,don't cha know we luv ya
Sweeeeeet Laaady,place no one about ya
Sweeeeeet Laaady,don't cha know we luv ya

Ain't nobody tell us it wuz fair
no luv for my daddy,cause tha coward wuzn't there
he passed away and I didn't cry
cause my anger wouldn't let me feel for a strnager
they say I'm wrong and I'm heartless
but all along I wuz looking for a father---he wuz gone
I hung around with tha thug's and eventhought they sold drugs
they showed a young brother luv
I moved out and started really hang'in
I needed money of my own so I started slang'in
I ain't guilty cause,eventhough I sell rocks
it feels good,putting money in your mailbox
I love paying rent when tha rents due
I hope ya got tha diamond necklace that I sent to you
cause when I wuz low,you was there for me
ya never left me alone,cause ya cared for me
and I can see ya coming home after work late
ya in tha kitchen trying ta fix us a hot plate
just working with tha scraps you wuz given
and mama made miracles every Thanksgiving
but now tha road got rough,your alone
trying ta raise two bad kids on your own
and ther's no way I can pay ya back
but my plan is ta show ya that I understand
you are appreciated...

Chorus:
Laaady,don't cha know we luv ya
Sweeeeet Laaady,place no one above ya
Sweeeeet Laaady,don't cha know we luv ya

pour out some piquor and I remenise
cause through tha drama,I can always depend on my mama
and when it seems that I'm hopeless
you say tha words that can get me back in focus
when I wuz sick as a little kid
ta keep me happy theres no limit to tha things ya did
and all my childhood memories
are full of all tha sweet things ya did for me
And even thoug i act craazyI, got ta thank tha Lord tha yamaaaaade me
there are no words that can express how I feel
ya never kept a secret,always satyed real
and I appreciate how ya raised me
and all tha extra love that ya gave me
I wish I could take tha pain away
if you can make it through tha night,there's a brighter day
everything'll be alright if ya hold on
it's a struggle
everyday gotta roll on
and there's no way I can pay ya back
but my plan is ta chow ya that I understand
you are appreciated...

Chorus:

Laaaady,don't cha know we luv ya
Sweeeet Laaaady,place no one above ya
Sweeeet Laaaady,don't cha know we luv ya,Sweeeet Laaaady

Laaaaaady.......(fades)....Laaaady

04.05.2008.

......Beogradski Sindikat-Alal' Vera.......

Iz borbe sam se vratio,jaèi od kordona,cela ?????
Na èelu bataljona,do tronastog patrona,Doræol,brate,Srbija,dinamita tona.
’ajmo èaše gore za sve bekrije iz kraja,alkohol je noæas moja preèica do raja.
Al’ polij malo po podu za ortake u grobu,aj pomoli se Bogu,za sve nacklije na dopu,
I dodaj brzo lozu za nervozu I cirozu da se prisetimo onih što su molili po nosu,
Da nazdravimo svima što su rokali u kosku,ortaci na Mardelju,vama èuvam zadnju pljosku,
A murija nek’ duva,ionako samo gudru èuva,dva-devet ceo trese matrica kad gruva,
Fejkeri me spaze k’o vrelinu iza ugla,gde kreæem se ko panter,rima(?) opasan do zuba,
diVi èudo,????,samo pustila je muda,ne zna s’ kim se drka,umesto da šiBri preko puta,
Al’ biæe njemu frka 357 kad proguta,i forenzièaru muka iz betona da ga èupa

Metak u cevi,migavac levi,uvek parkiran van propisa,pa pravac diskoteka,niko ne sme da me pretresa,
Kad snime da sam uš’o,odma’ muzika se gasi,DJ skida House ploèu,zna se,pièe Narodnjaci!
Paparaci samo klikæu,tu su pièke sa estrade,Obezbedjenje radi sklekove,dok pucaju šamare,
Iako puno je k’o oko,silom ispraznim separe,care,’vamo èet’ri flaše,dodji juèe po pare!
Kad opustim se malo,naravno,opalim rafal u plafon,interventna se zenta da udje jer sam naoružan k’o Rambo,
Ma moraæe da zovu SAJ-evce ako misle mene da hapse,ili možda bolje žandare,jer ovi zeèevi me se plaše.
I nema šanse da mi stave lisice,da me privode k’o da sam pajser,
Aj’ da vidim tog junaka što misli da æe da mi uzme Šmajser,
Al’ sva sreæa za te cavulje,idem da naðem moje lavove,
Al’ vratiæu se kasnije,kad polupamo splavove.

(Ogi,Flex...)
Ref:
Svaki put kad gruva ’zika - Alal vera,Alal vera,
Svaki povod kad se cirka – Alal vera,Alal vera,
Šta ekipi uvek treba,zna se šta je naša mera,
Dok ne poljubimo patos – Alal vera,Alal vera. (x2)

(Ogi)
’ajde èaše svi u vis,nova tura je na mene,’ajde pevaljka na bis,samo muzika da krene,
Jer ona noæas leèi svaku ranu što me peèe,zapevajmo svi k’o jedan,alkohol da teèe,
I ’ajmo sad da tapšemo,da zagrejemo dlanove,da lomimo kafane,potapamo splavove,
Jer ovaj ritam drma k’o da udara te struja,a ribe neka mešaju,svaka guza-bulja
Hoæu havariju,svaka èaša,flaša,da je slomljena,polupani šankovi,u srèi smo do kolena,
Zdravicu da èujem za sve moje ortake,da oteramo,daj,bre(?),cirkamo do zadnje banke,
Za probisvete,mangupe,za sve moje dangube,da birali su,ne bi mogli takve da ih sakupe,
Za kraljeve,kaldrme,za prosjake sa drumova,za sve ortake koji noæas kriju se od Pubova.
Za sve gazde klubova,u ime starih dugova stiže ekipa k’o uragan,mutnija od Dunava,
Što pare olupava samo da bi pucala,pa je mesec ove noæi sav u rupama,
Više nema Djure Jakšiæa,salveta i poema,al’ u to ime gruva pesma Doræolskih boema,
Mi se ponašamo bahato dok ne razvalimo lokal,šta æe ko da pije?Ma daj još jedan bokal!

Ref x2

I kad vidiš me u kraju,odma’ reci – Alal vera.
I kad snimiš me na splavu,bolje reci – Alal vera.
Nemoj prièaš iza ledja,mojNe lerMa da te tera,
Bolje reci kada treba – Alal vera,Alal vera. X2

03.05.2008.

.....Frenkie & BHF-Rat u Savezu......

(Senad Hadzifejzovic)
"Munib Usanovic je majstor skandala
to je majstor neocekivanih poteza
da ste fudbaler to bi bilo
jedno cudo nevidjeno

Na vrhuncu Bosanskih i navijackih
patriotskih osjecaja
Munib Usanovic odlazi u Beograd
i tamo potpisuje jednu miroljubivu
izjavu s fudbalskim savezom SiCG

Munibe, milijardu pitanja imam
ovog momenta u glavi
ali jedno mi je ono, nekako Sarajevsko
prvo na pameti:
- Sta ces bolan, ne bio, u Beogradu?"

Yes..
BH Fanaticos...

Svaki fanatic nek me pocne pratit'
sal na ramena cu stavit'
svaku pobjedu cu slavit'

Nikad se povuc', nikad predat'
oni trebaju znati da necemo
nikad' odustati i stat'

Lopovi iz saveza, nek se paze i boje
ovo su vojnici koji iza grba stoje
Tuzla, Mostar, Sarajevo, Zenica
Doboj, Banja Luka nek se vidi plavozuta

Ili u Svedskoj, Holanidji ili u Kini
Bosna je u krvi i u svakoj mojoj rimi
cisto srce, cista dusa, cisti obraz
Bilino Polje jos ne zna za poraz

Kraljice Bosno nemoj se vise bojat'
mi smo tvoj stit i necemo te prodat'
ako neko vrijedja necemo okrenut' ledja
ti dani su prosli, sad se sve mijenja

Blize se dani, stize taj momen't
kad cemo zapaliti cijeli savez, parlament
ne znaju da ih mozemo srusiti lako
samo neka nastave da kradu ovako

(Bakir Hadziomerovic)
"..bosanskohercegovackih navijaca
koji su definitivno zasluzili sva odlicja
ukoliko ih uopste ima
ove nase razorene drzave"

BHF, gori stadion sav
BHF, ovo je nas stav
nek igra za pare ko ima tu zelju
al' na prvo mjesto stavi
svoj grb i zemlju

Spremni u novo, okreni stranicu novu
savez i vlada uskoro u grobu
nemaju Bosnu u srcu, ja sam napadac
nisu moji politicari
a ja nisam njihov glasac

Nemojte na nas nikad se usudit'
vama je krivo sto nas ne mozete kupit'
sad ce te poluditi, izgubit' fotelje
BHF donosi smijene

Vasa kradja se vidi, ostavila je tragova
ne mozete ignorisati hiljade glasova
hrabri poput lavova, mi dolazimo
direktno po glave tih gadova

Ovo je pobuna Bosanskih gradova
ovo je ustanak i smijena gadova
armija je stigla za pravdu da se bori
BHF, nebo ima da gori

(Vlatko Glavas)
"Ja zelim stvarno da
u ime igraca, na celu sa Barbarezom
da se zahvalim momcima
oni su istinski i pravi heroji
jer oni ce sebe prepoznat'
oni istinski pravi navijaci
Bosne i Hercegovine
mi cemo im se, ova reprezentacija
oduziti dobrim igrama i rezultatima"

03.05.2008.

.......Edo Maajka ft. Kocka,Frenkie-Rokni Ga........

Chorchyp:
(intro)
Haha, Frenkie, Kocka, Edo Maajka!
Za vse fejke,
Za vse k se pretvarjajo
In nč ne ustvarjajo!
Za tiste, ki kritizirajo nas,
A samo zaradi ljubosumja.
Izrabljajo naš imidž in nas spravljajo v slabo luč!
Aaa, pravga reparja se spozna po duši in po srcu,
Ne po širokih hlačah!

Chorchyp:
Bum, bum se sliš …(asaaai) ko Chorchyp roka,
Leva noga, desna roka vse poka!
Udarci padajo direkt in iz loka,
Fejker joka!
Rokni ga! - Ratatatata,
Tresejo se tla!
Spusti nj mikrofon vsaka rt fejkerska!
Sj drgač sem mirn človk, sam to me živcira,
Če se kdo pederira, ns ovira,
Špijunira, ns zatira,
Takrt zapoje moja skira!
Aaaii nepremagljiv samurai,
Pokličte FBI ker ubijamo kretene!
Frenkie, Kocka, Edo Maajka
Nočjo preč od majka!
Edo minira (z rimam), Frenkie spidira (z rimam),
Shakrs jih nadira (z rimam), Zepu producira (beate),
Ko uleti Chorchyp gujzca jim zasvira!
Ne damo jim mira,
Naša muzka dominira,
Zajedno smo jači nema niko da nas dira!
Haaa! Nema niko da nas dira!

Sharks&Chorchyp:
E burke, smiri, kličem Edota, čak sam mal… Alo.. -
on sigurno jede čevape!

Edo Maajka:
Kocka, Edo Maajka i Frenkie
Slušaj ovo!
U Bosni nema hljeba pa jedmo repere,
Dok Shawn guzi pičke, ja i Frenkie moramo hejtere,
Fejkeri mi puše kitu ali imaju novu muku,
U Sloveniji je zima pa mi se kita i jaja uvuku!
Pa im karamo trebe, frajle, žene i mačkice,
Prepadnu se kad vide naše kranjske klobasice!

Frenkie:
Plovim poput mornarice,
Ubijam poput domačice,
Preuzimam sve stanice,
Bojiš me se ko marice,
Pa bježiš do mamice,
A ja preilazim sve granice,
Misliš da je dosta,
Jer istina boli i bocka,
Gdje ja i Kocka,
Topi se poput voska!

Edo Maajka:
Kad ste sa ekipom priče su vam pravo jake,
Dodjite na binu bojite se Frenkija i Maajke,
Pičke vole pljuvat, pičke stvarno vole tračat,
Nemoj me ni gledat na cesti jer češ samo naograjsat!
Zovi popa i hodže nek ti daju neki zaspis,
Ma zovi Jelinčiča čovječe ni on te neče spasit!

Frenkie:
On vas može izbacit,
A ja lahko ugasit,
Zato pazi kome češ se obratit a koga pohvalit,
Na sceni se pojavit, moraš nešto uspjet uradit,
Poštovanje zaradit, pa možemo onda skupa radit!

Edo Maajka:
Može nas deportirat,
Da se nastaviš folirat,
Al pičko sam znaš da neznaš mikrofon čekirat!
Zajebi šminku i lance,
Dolaziš pred Bosance,
Glubi bosanski švedi,
Dodji Frenkiju i Edi!

Frenkie:
Al prije toga se sredi,
Jer tako repat ne vrijedi,
Nakon prvoj mog lajna pička počne da se bljedi,
Znaš šta ti sljedi,
Kad se Frenkie unerijedi,
Ostavi taj majk bejbi,
Kurvin sine glupi švedi!

Sharks:
Vedno sam kritizirate
In nikol ne podpirate,
Z glupim izjavam se glupirate,
Ker sploh ne kapirate!
In nas niti ne poznate,
Sodte zmer brez argumentov ker sploh druzga ne znate!
Sj res! Ne nas opravlat,
Ne z nami časa zapravlat,
Raj se poberte,
Magar drkajte kurac al kerga sferte!
Mi smo mi, vi ste vi,
Mi delamo svoje, vi svoje,
Ni dirat naše,
Mi namo vaše!
Spoštujem mnenje in kritiko, če je objektivna,
Lohk je pozitivna, negativna
In hvala vam lepa če je konstruktivna,
Utemeljena
In ne glupa, kr ena!
Se vsak smeji in govori,
A na konc nč ne nardi!
Poglejte kaj nardil smo mi
In kaj nardil ste vi,
Zato vam pravm kva…
Ma jebite se vsi!!!

Chorchyp:
Eeee nemoj jebat me,
Ne razpizdite me ker bom znoru ko Edov Sale,
Lomu bom budale vse velike in male!
Ne obsojajte me ker me ne poznate,
Ne kritizirajte ker to res ne znate!
Pičke! Pljuvate po ns,
Mi pljuvamo po vs!
Zj iščem vsakga bedaka,
Nj kri se pretaka
Za mojga vojaka!
Situacija je taka,
Da bom dobu tud bedaka,
Ki je ustrelu 2PAC-a!
Ne morem vam pomagat če vas naša muzka mot,
Jebi ga, pomaga lahk vam otorinolaringlog!
In so stvari za katere se žvi,
So napake zarad katerih se trpi
In so ljudje s katerim se res ni dobr zajebavat!
Zato Edo - Rokni ga!
Sharks - Rokni ga!
Frenkie - Rokni ga!
Zep - Rokni ga!
Ma vsi moji klošarji,
Ma zbrci ga, fenti ga, ROKNI GA,
Pizda mu materina!
Roknite jih sve!!!

Sharks:
Vsi smo v isti igri, sam vsak dela po svoje,
Hvala kurcu da se dela in da smo drugačni!
Če bi bli isti neb blo fore,
Vsak pač dela kukr more,
Kot mu sede, kukr zna
hvala kurcu da v igri nista ista niti dva!

Edo Maajka:
Edo Maajka i Frenkie,
FMjam brate, Tuzla brate, Kranjska Gora,
Ovo nije dječija igra,
Kocka do kocke, kockica,
Ovo nije Branko Kockica čovječe!
Peace!

02.05.2008.

......Fort Minor-Remember The Name....

You ready?! Lets go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)

[Chorus]
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck em, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Makin the story - makin sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin it up! let's go!

Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leavin them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact
That many misjudge him because he makes a livin from writin raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never askin for someone's help, to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

It's just twenty percent skill
Eighty percent beer
Be one hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought that he'd be the one to set the west in flames
And I heard him wreckin with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"
Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
I like bleach man, why you have the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody be givin him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he fuckin with S. Dot!

[Chorus]

They call him Ryu The Sick
And he's spittin fire with Mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
Been a fuckin annihilist porcupine
He's a prick, he's a cock
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot
Eight years in the makin, patiently waitin to blow
Now the record with Shinoda's takin over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope
You wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat

Tak! - He's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got
Makin his way to the top
People think its a common owners name
People keep askin him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym?
No he's livin proof, Got him rockin the booth
He'll get you buzzin quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they doin give a hundred percent

Forget Mike - Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's never got time
Because he writes every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
It's like a design is written in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those motherfuckers he runs with, those kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?!

[Chorus - repeat 2x]

[Outro - Mike Shinoda]
Yeah! Fort Minor
M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond
Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop!

01.05.2008.

.......Snoop Dogg ft. Nate Dogg,Dr.Dre-The Next Episode.......

[Snoop Dogg]
La-da-da-da-dahh
It's the motherfuckin D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!)
La-da-da-da-dahh
You know I'm mobbin with the D.R.E.
(YEAH YEAH YEAH
You know who's back up in this MOTHERFUCKER!)
What what what what?
(So blaze the weed up then!)
Blaze it up, blaze it up!
(Just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, 'sup Snoop??)

Top Dogg, bite me all, nigga burn the shit up
D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up
C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin back up
And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up
Thug niggaz drug dealers yeah they givin it up
Lowlife, yo' life, boy we livin it up
Takin chances while we dancin in the party fo' sho'
Slip my hoe a forty-fo' and she got in the back do'
Bitches lookin at me strange but you know I don't care
Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin my hair
Bitch quit talkin, quick walk if you down with the set
Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet
Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap
And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trap
Come back, get back, that's the part of success
If you believe in the X you'll be relievin your stress

[Snoop] La-da-da-da-dahh
[Dre] It's the motherfuckin D.R.E. (Dr. Dre MOTHERFUCKER!)
[Snoop] La-da-da-da-dahhh
[Dre] You know I'm mobbin with the D-O-double-G

[Dr. Dre]
Straight off the fuckin streets of C-P-T
King of the beats you ride to em in your Fleet (Fleetwood)
or Coupe DeVille rollin on dubs
How you feelin whoopty=whoop nigga whut?
Dre and Snoop chronic'ed out in the 'llac
with Doc in the back, sippin on 'gnac (yeah)
Clip in the strap, dippin through hoods (what hoods?)
Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood!
South Central out to the Westside (wessyde)
It's California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang of pub
I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club
with my jeans on, and my team strong
Get my drink on, and my smoke on
Then go home with, somethin to poke on (whassup bitch?)
Loc it's on for the two-triple-oh
Comin real, it's the next episode...

[Nate Dogg]
Hold up, heyyyyyyyy
for my niggaz who be thinkin we soft
We don't, playyyyyyy
We gon' rock it til the wheels fall off
Hold up, heyyyyyyyy
for my niggaz who be actin too bold
Take a, seeaaaaaat
Hope you ready for the next episode
HeyyyeyyyeEYEYyyyEYYYY....
.... smoke weed everday!

30.04.2008.

.......Estelle ft. Kanye West-American Boy......

Just another one champion sound
me and Estelle about to get down
who the hottest in the world right now.
Just touched down in London town.
Bet they give me a pound.
Tell them put the money in my hand right now.
Tell the promoter we need more seats,
we just sold out all the floor seats

Estelle:
Chorus
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy.

He said Hey Sister.
It's really really nice to meet ya.
I just met this 5 foot 7 guys who's just my type.
I like the way he's speaking his confidence is peaking.
Don't like his baggy jeans but Ima like what's underneath them.
And no I aint been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits. First let's see the west end.
I'll show you to my bedroom.
I'm liking this American Boy. American Boy

Chorus
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy.


Can we get away this weekend.
Take me to Broadway.
Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a Café.
Let's go on the subway.
Take me to your hood.
I neva been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good.
Dressed in all your fancy clothes.
Sneaker's looking Fresh to Death I'm lovin those Shell Toes.
Walkin that walk.
Talk that slick talk.
I'm likin this American Boy. American Boy.

Chorus
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy

Kanye West:
Who killin em in the UK.
Everybody gonna say you K,
reluctantly, because most of this press don't f**k wit me.
Estelle once said to me, cool down down
don't act a fool now now.
I always act a fool oww oww.
Aint nothing new now now.
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin.
Ribena I know what you're drinkin.
Rap singer. Chain Blinger. Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinkin.
What's you're persona.
About this Americana?
Am I shallow cuz all my clothes designer.
Dressed smart like a London Bloke.
Before he speak his suit bespoke.
And you thought he was cute before.
Look at this P Coat, Tell me he's broke.
And I know you're not into all that. I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit.
But I still talk that CAAASH.
Cuz a lot WAGs want to hear it.
And I'm feelin like Mike at his Baddest.
The Pimps at their Gladist.
And I know they love it.
so to hell with all that rubbish

Estelle:
Would you be my love, my love.
could be mine would you be my love my love, could be mine
Could you be my love, my love.
Would you be my American Boy. American Boy

Chorus
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy
.
30.04.2008.

.......Beogradski Sindikat-Mi Smo Ta Ekipa......

BS.....ekipa na sve spremna

Ceo zivot sam u treningu, da srusio bi prepreku,
da gusio bi nevolju, na dusi mojoj veliku,
Pa sam se cimao u najgorem vremenu,
hodao po trnju, ne po crvenom tepihu,
I kad nije bio blistav (zivot) imalo je smisla,
(krivo) nije bilo nikad zbog odricanja 300,
I kao pit griz'o, suocen sa krizom,
mogao sam 10, a 150 diz'o,
Nisam osetio poraz, neki kazu da je gorak,
neki kazu da je borba samo predigra za propast,
Kad je tesko kazu "DOSTA", u stvari to je klopka,
ali imam serum protiv toga, FORMULA JE VOLJA!
Sunce koje przi, ko da kaze da izdrzim,
vetar muzika za usi, ritam kisa koja pljusti,
Po Beogradskom asfaltu te legende nastaju,
ne cvetaju k'o tikve dok u najbolje ne stasaju,
Kroz pukotine nikle u svakom gradskom naselju,
do zvezda su se digle ali pamte sve odakle su,

Sija sunce kao zlato, Svi u napad samo hrabro,
Znaj da u Beogradu, danas je dan za pobedu,
Sija sunce kao zlato, Svi u napad samo hrabro,
Znaj da u Beogradu, danas je dan za pobedu,

Mi smo ta ekipa sto se kapira u pokretu,
ratuje po kodeksu, matira u potezu,
Mi smo ta ekipa sa stanjem u posedu,
dogovor u pogledu, dovoljan za odluku,
Kad nas emocije nose i kad brige nas lome,
to je poenta ekipe - svi nas znaju po tome,
Svi da pamte sampione, sampione milione,
koji ostavljaju srce da u borbi ne izgore,
Jer tako samo mi odrasli, vaspitani spartanski,
detinjstvo nismo imali da postali bi najbolji,
Da ostali bi besmrtni mi smo se povezali,
sebe smo se odrekli, tako smo se spremali,
Ajmo ruke sada gore, jer je narod ovaj tako stvoren,
da do zore bodri one, sto za moje boje gore,
Jer mi smo dosli dovde da ostvarimo snove,
da zapalimo more, sve vas dignemo na noge,
Nasa misao, ideja nek zasija kao baklja,
svi zajedno sa nama, jer odavde nema nazad,

Sija sunce kao zlato, Svi u napad samo hrabro,
Znaj da u Beogradu, danas je dan za pobedu,
Sija sunce kao zlato, Svi u napad samo hrabro,
Znaj da u Beogradu, danas je dan za pobedu.

BG 011....danas je dan za pobedu....
BG svi k'o jedan....danas je dan za pobedu....
BS ekipa na sve spremna (Sta?) danas je dan za pobedu....
Ruke gore nasa zemlja (Ajmo svi!)....danas je dan za pobedu....

Sija sunce kao zlato, Svi u napad samo hrabro,
Znaj da u Beogradu, danas je dan za pobedu,
Sija sunce kao zlato, Svi u napad samo hrabro,
Znaj da u Beogradu, danas je dan za pobedu.

BG 011

29.04.2008.

.......The Chemical Brothers-Galvanize........

Don't hold back!

Cuz you woke up in the mornin' with initiative to move so I'll make it harder.

Don't hold back!

Cuz you think about it so many people do to be cool and look smarter.

Don't hold back!

And you shouldn't even care about those losers in the air and the crooked stares.

Dont hold back!

Cuz there's a party over here, so you might as well be here where the people care.

Don't hold back!

The world ... (they're holding back) ... the time has come to..
The world ... (you're holding back) ... the time has come to..
The world ... (it's holding back) ... the time has come to..

To galvanize!

Come on, come on, come on!

(Second verse)

Don't hold back!

If you think about it too much you might stumble, trip up, fall on your face.

Don't hold back!

Don't you think its time you get up, crunch time like a sit up, the monkey pace.

Don't hold back!

Put apprehension on the back burner, let it sit, dont even get it lit.

Dont hold back!

Get involved with the jam don't be a prick, hot chick, be a pig.

Dont hold back!

The world ... (they're holding back) ... the time has come to..
The world ... (you're holding back) ... the time has come to..
The world ... (it's holding back) ... the time has come to..

To galvanize!

Come on, come on, come on!

(Ooooooooooooooooooh...)

(Ooooooooooooooooooh.....)

World, the time has come to ... push the button
World, the time has come to ... push the button
World, the time has come to ... push the button

World ..

My finger is on the button ...

My finger is on the button ...

My finger is on the button ...

"Push the button"

(Oooooooooooooooooh...)

The time has come to ...

(Oooooooooooooooooh...)

GALVANIZE!

The time has come to ...

Galvanize !

Galvanize !

Galvanize !

28.04.2008.

........Kanye West ft. T-Pain-Good Life........

(Like we always do at this time
I go for mine
I got to shine)
NOW THROW YOUR HANDS UP IN THE SKY
( Now I, I go for mine
I got to shine)
NOW THROW YOUR HANDS UP IN THE SKY

t-pain/ Ima get on the tv mama mama
Ima put this ---- out
ayyy ayy ayyy ayy ayyy ayyy ayyy
I'm good

Welcome to the good life
where these ----- sell D
Only then get pulled over in their new V
The good life
Lets go on a lemi-spree
----- say the best things in life are free
The good life
It feel like Atlanta
It feel like L.A.
It feel like Miami
It feel like N.Y
Summer time child ahhh

NOW THROW YOUR HANDS UP IN THE SKY

So i rolled threw good
yall pop the trunk
ill pop the hood, ferrari
And she got the goods
and she got that ---
i got to look, sorry
Yo its got to be
cause 'em season haters
givin me salty looks, loweries
Fifty told me
go head and switch them styles up
and if they hate then let them hate
and watch the money pile up

***( Now I, I go for mine
I got to shine)
NOW THROW YOUR HANDS UP IN THE SKY
( Now I, I go for mine
I got to shine)
NOW THROW YOUR HANDS UP IN THE SKY, ayy

t-pain/ Ima get on the tv mama mama
Ima put this ---- out

ayyy ayy ayyy ayy ayyy ayyy ayyy
I'm good

Welcome to the good life
we'll be like the girls who aint on tv
cause they got more --- than the models
The good life
So keep it comin' with them bottles
till she feel booze like she bombed out apollo
The good life
It feel like Houston
It feel like Phillie
It feel like D.C.
It feel like V.A.
or the bay or yeahh ayyy
This is the good life

(Welcome to the good life)
Homie tell me whats good
why I only got a problem when you in the hood
(Welcome to the good life)
Like I'm new in the hood
the only thing i wish, i wish ---- would
(Welcome to the good life)
He prolly think he could
but...but.. i dont think he should
(Welcome to the good life)
Fifty told me
go head and switch them styles up
and if they hate then let them hate
and watch the money pile up

***chorus

Have you ever popped champagne
on a plane
while gettin some ----
Whipped it out she said she never seen snakes
on a plane
Whether you broke or rich
you gotta get biz
havin moneys not everything
Now havin it is
---------------
but when i get my car back
activate it, I'm back to vegas cause
I always had a passion for flashin
Before i had it , I closed my eyes and imagine
(Its the good life, Better than the life i live,
When i Thought that i was gunna go crazy
Now my grandmama aint the only girl callin me baby)

27.04.2008.

.........50 Cent ft. Eminem,Ca$his,Lloyd Banks-You Don't Know........

(50 Cent)
Who runnin
You know, ya actin like you don't know
We runnin
You know, but ya actin like you don't know
Who runnin
You know, ya actin like you don't know
We runnin
You know, but ya actin like you don't know
I tear the club off, fo-sho
This flow, is gon bring mo' dough
And you know, but ya acting like you don't know
You know, ya actin like you don't know
I tear the club off, fo-sho
This flow, is gon bring mo' dough
And you know, but ya acting like you don't know

(50 Cent)
Now homie I say I run it run it, cuz I'm in control
Hypnotic, Hennessey, a couple shots of pa trom
I have you feelin aight, I get you high as a kite
Party pops, shorty says you comin with me tonight
I ain't sellin da linen
I ain't snappin n poppin, either I'm bobbin my head
Or I'm just standin there watchin
I'm a hustler I hustle, you can tell that I'm paid
And I protect what I got, I'm in the house with my blade
***** you front you gon get it, ok, now maybe I'm civic
Cuz I want you to trip it, yea, I be on that shi-deh (not sure about this line)
You should see what I'm stuntin, I flash the stones they be wantin
Push the whips see me rollin, you can tell that I'm haulin
I'm just doin my thang, you know the units the game
I got my grind, me shady wit me, you front you gon have to get me
Off your ass, I pay the lawsuit and laugh (Ha-ha)
It's not a big deal, it's nothin but some cash

(50 Cent)
You know, ya actin like you don't know
I tear the club off, fo-sho
This flow, is gon bring mo' dough
And you know, but ya acting like you don't know
You know, ya actin like you don't know
I tear the club off, fo-sho
This flow, is gon bring mo' dough
And you know, but ya acting like you don't know

(Eminem)
When me and fif got together to do this music
The more we became enveloped we just developed a fellowship through it
It's no pretentious, this friendship, me nemesis is su nemesis
Ain't for him, this is media, see to them its just images
But this shit is no gimmicks
This is blood in and blood out
When there's beef you just gotta know when to butt in and butt out
If there's a problem we solve it
We don't resolve it, it usually just evolves into one big brawl and we all get involved in it
We should all get a merit, this much beef we inherit
And wear it like a badge, around our, pass it around and share it
And let it go to whoever's holding the most current peep on they shoulders
And the soldiers got their backs and its ova
But tonight we ain't comin here to beef with nobody
We came to party
Banks, Cashis, and Mr. Ferrari
So its Shady After-mizz-ath, backin that ass, you wiz-ass
Come-izzle-hmm
What kinda puzz-up-ple position is that

(50 Cent)
We runnin
You know, ya actin like you don't know
I tear the club off, fo-sho
(Eminem) This flow, is gon bring mo' dough
And you know, but ya acting like you don't know
(Eminem) You know, ya actin like you don't know
I tear the club off, fo-sho
(Eminem) This flow, is gon bring mo' dough
And you know, but ya acting like you don't know

(Tony Yayo) Cashis! Break it down now!

(Ca)
Pistol play, ricochet, see where the victim lay
Slumped over, bleedin, JFK
Az-K to yo chest plate, K I'm
Ridin till the death, do you rep that way
Forever, Ima be a Shady 7-4 gangster
Pus else involve everything you got in that chamber
I thrive off of danger, jumpin in all beef
You keep talkin shit, and now the squad will call me

(Lloyd Banks)
Enough opened bag of steam, Em let off a magazine, got the guns, cap a queen, mixed in with Cashis queens
Started off with half a dream, developed into what you see
Tellin ain't my cup o tea, can't tell I'm a fuckin' G?
Ima hold a matic, when I'm addict, start static and you strat it shit shatter
Im a walking bitch magnet
Spit it how I live it, live it all the way to the limit
And I'm always on my pivot
For my digits, ya dig it?

(50 Cent)
We runnin
You know, ya actin like you don't know
I tear the club off, fo-sho
This flow, is gon bring mo' dough
And you know, but ya acting like you don't know
We runnin
You know, ya actin like you don't know
I tear the club off, fo-sho
This flow, is gon bring mo' dough
And you know, but ya acting like you don't know


You know what this is
Shady
G-Unit Aftermath
Lloyd Banks
Cashis
Marshall Mathers
Ferrari F-50
This is a movement
You can't stop it
Talk of New York
Tony Yayo, Tony Yayo

23.04.2008.

........Frenkie ft. Edo Maajka-Hajmo Ih Rušit.........

NIje gotovo još ništa

Frenkie, Mire, Edo i Hamazagablunt
sada unistavamo vladu kao da je jeben jard
ovo je konstantni otpor , ovo je za njih otrov
govoricu istinu dok ne budem sa borbom gotov
kada ratni invalidi profiteru kola peru
kada se borci pitaju zasto su branili ovu zemlju
na tv-u samo seru otvaraju nove odbore
da mogu keš da peru a mi cekamo u redu.
ova drzava je u kurcu odavde treba da se selim
sad i mi imamo Thompsona zove se Dino Merlin
u drzavi gdje je Deen in a ti letis van
ako nisi njihov tim i ako nisi tatin sin.
gledam kako dizu dvorce zaboravili su na borce
a nase drage sestre se saginju za SFORce
rijetki su sa mudima sute pred drugim ljudima
jer to se ime jarane u usta nikad ne uzima
a ja nisam pod tom vrstom ja pokazujem i prstom
ja kazem glasno i jasno ja kazem dok nije kasno
ja cu reci jednom, dvaput, triput i opet cu ponovit
uvijek cu to govorit a vi me probajte oborit.
sad ce novi izbori pa ce bit opet veselo
Tuzla i dalje nema vode al ima novo jezero
sada ce novi izbori pa nam ulice sređuju
i opet sam siguran da nacionalisti pobjeđuju.
jos malo pa ce nam i autoput biti gotov
taman kad sinu za osamnaesti kupim motor
o tom potom, ja plovim izgubljenom flotom
al cuvam cistu dusu dok drugi idu za svotom
bolje sudbine za nas brate ovdje nema
zato ih se sve vishe za dijasporu sprema
uglavnom se nema a i da imam otkud mi
otkupi dodaj prodaj i onda

REFREN:

Kad ti leđa poplave i puknu arkade,
kad te odveze marica zbog političkog vica
kad dođeš kući, legneš modar u krevet
vikaćeš hajmo ih rušit
mater im jebem

Država vam je kurva ko je jebo, ko je htio
ja to tad nisam smio jer sam jos premlad bio
pokrali ste sve vratite nam barem dio
nije moj amizda valjda zbog vas u logoru bio
djeca se ubijaju i skacu sa zgrade
dok oni za njihovu djecu iz nasih budzeta vade
mi nemamo za hljeb a oni svaki vikend slave
mi imamo dokaze a oni se i dalje glupi prave
moja Bosna je od Neretve do Drine
vaša Bosna je od Baščaršije do Čengić Vile
necu da idem odavde i necu azile
hocu da moji ljudi u mojoj drzavi bolje zive
ubili ste djetinjstvo al jos skroz mrtvi nismo
ovo je i zadnje pismo i sad prelazimo na djela
ne mogu vise zivit zivot kao da je stela
i upucacu ona tri majmuna sto nose odjela
nevjerujem Paddy-u koji sa zlocincima pije
i ne vjerujem efendiji koji na politiku brije
oni ne zele suzivot to su pokvarene zmije
e da znate narod nije više naivan ko prije
ja volim Bosnu a vi je gazite na podu mirnu
ja predstavljam drzavu koja jos nema himnu
vi predstavljate tri naroda al kradete u timu
e jebem vam mater u pičku sad mijenjamo klimu!
ne znam kako mozete nocima mirno spavati
mene bi davno pocele neke paranoje ganjati
vasa familija nikad nije posteno raditi htjela
i zato ce vasa djeca ispastati zla djela
moja leđa su već plava i nedostaje im snaga
čekam kad ću se probudit al ovo je već java
još koja godina pa ću se počet gušit
nemam više šta izgubit , IDEM IH RUŠIT!

REFREN:

Kad ti leđa poplave i puknu arkade,
kad te odveze marica zbog političkog vica
kad dođeš kući, legneš modar u krevet
vikaćeš hajmo ih rušit
mater im jebem



Necu vise bit tako redovan jer me vise boli kurac za ovaj blog ja se trudim a vi neposjecujete :(

22.04.2008.

........Eminem-Mosh...........


]

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America
And to the Republic for which it stands
One nation under God
Indivisible...
It feels so good to be back..

I scrutinize every word, memorize every line
I spit it once, refuel and re-energize and rewind
I give sight to the blind, my insight through the mind
I exercise my right to express when I feel it's time
It's just all in your mind, what you interpret it as
I say to fight, you take it as I'mma whip someone's ass
If you don't understand, don't even bother to ask
A father who has grown up with a fatherless past
Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has
Or at least shows no difficulty multi-task
And in juggling both perhaps mastered his craft
Slash entrepreneur who has helped launch a few more rap acts
Who's had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half
Of his career typical manure moving past that
Mr. kisses ass crack, he's a class act
Rubber band man, yea he just snaps back

[Chorus:]
Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength
Come with me and I won't steer you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
To the light at the end of the tunnel
We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march
Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through the marsh
Take us right through the doors (c'mon)

All the people up top on the side and the middle
Come together lets all bomb and swamp just a little
Just let it gradually build from the front to the back
All you can see is a sea of people some white and some black
Don't matter what color, all that matters we gathered together
To celebrate for the same cause don't matter the weather
If it rains let it rain, yea the wetter the better
They ain't gonna stop us they can't, we stronger now more than ever
They tell us no we say yea, they tell us stop we say go
Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let em know
Stomp, push, shove, mush, Fuck Bush, until they bring our troops home (c'mon)

[Chorus]

Imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us
Mosh pits outside the oval office
Someone's tryina tell us something,
Maybe this is god just sayin' we're responsible
For this monster, this coward,
That we have empowered
This is Bin Laden, look at his head noddin'
How could we allow something like this without pumping our fists
Now this is our final hour
Let me be the voice in your strength and your choice
Let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise
Try to amplify the times it, and multiply by six...
Teen million people, Are equal at this high pitch
Maybe we can reach alqueda through my speech
Let the president answer a higher anarchy
Strap him with an Ak-47, let him go, fight his own war
Let him impress daddy that way
No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil
No more psychological warfare, to trick us to thinking that we ain't loyal
If we don't serve our own country, we're patronizing a hero
Look in his eyes its all lies
The stars and stripes, they've been swiped, washed out and wiped
And replaced with his own face, Mosh now or die
If I get sniped tonight you know why,
Cause I told you to fight.

[Chorus]

And as we proceed,
To Mosh through this desert storm,
In these closing statements, if they should argue
Let us beg to differ
As we set aside our differences
And assemble our own army
To disarm this Weapon of Mass Destruction
That we call our President, for the present
And Mosh for the future of our next generation
To speak and be heard
Mr. President, Mr. Senator
Do you guy's hear us...hear us...[laughing] (Hailie)

[ ]
21.04.2008.

.......Eminem-Stimulate......

Psst... hey, listen!
Lalalalala! I love my job. Whoo! Makes me feel like Superman!
Can you fly? I can. Wanna see?

[Chorus]
I'm only entertaining you
My goal is to stimulate, making you high
And take you and I
To a place you can't see
But I believe you can fly
I don't mean nobody harm, I'm just partying
I'm not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian
Just a man who's on the mic
So let me entertain you...

[Eminem]
My lyrical content is constantly under fire
No wonder why I constantly bomb back
To combat attacks with constant concepts
When lyrics are constantly took outta context
Failure to communicate with congress has
Been a problem for the longest, I guess
But maybe one day we can make some progress
Food for thought - see how long it takes to digest
Feeling good when I should be ashamed
Sh*t, I really should've fell but I stood
See I came like a flame in the night
Like a ghost in the dark; there's a ray, there's a light
There's a hope, there's a spark
But when planets collide they'll never see eye to eye
Until they decide to set their differences aside
And this is why only one of us will survive
So children follow my lead and feel the vibe, cause

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
My music can be slightly amusing
You shouldn't take lyrics so serious, it might be confusing
Just trying to seperate the truth from entertainment
It's stupid, ain't it? I get sick of trying to explain it
See I could sit and argue with you but it goes beyond
Just being a snot, pointy-nosed bleach-blond
Cause I came here to uplift; let your woes be gone,
Tell 'em to get fu*ked and just mosie on
Constantly moving, constantly using the constitution
As a form of restitution
Bless the children, nothing less than brilliant
Let me entertain you like Robbie Williams
I'll be here when y'all are gone, rebuilding,
World revolving, still evolving, still Slim
How many kids'll copy? Probably millions,
But I'ma do this as a fu*king hobby till then, cause

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
My lyrical content contains subject matter
That sucks up all these fu*ked up young kids
At an alarming rate; common denominate
Add it up and you'll see just why I dominate
I try to stimulate but kids emulate,
And mimmick every move you make - "Slim, you great!"
But wait, can't you see I'm only here to entertain?
I gotta be the one to go against the grain
Cause man, I see it, feel it, live it, but it's inhumane
For me to see you be influenced but pretend you ain't
But they don't understand that I've been through pain
If you get to know me I could be a friend you gain
But you can't just stand there and try to judge
It hurts but you're jealousy probably tears you up inside as much
And it's such a pleasure, every button that I touch
I treasure every glutton that I punish in my lust, but

[Chorus]

20.04.2008.

.........50 Cent-P.I.M.P.............



(Chorus)
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
(Repeat)

(Verse 1)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
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We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK

(Chorus)

Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BIT
19.04.2008.

........Eminem-Superman.........


[Dina Rea:]
Mmmhh

[Eminem:]
You high baby?

[Dina Rea:]
Yeahh...

[Eminem:]
Yeah?

[Dina Rea:]
hahaha...Talk to me...

[Eminem:]
You want me to tell you somethin?

[Dina Rea:]
Uh huh...

[Eminem:]
I know what you wanna hear...
'Cuz I know you want me baby I think I want you too...

[Dina Rea:]
I think I love you baby...

[Eminem:]
I think I love you too...
I'm here to save you girl,
Come be in Shady's world,
I wanna grow together,
Let's let our love unfurl.
You know you want me baby,
You know I want you too,
They call me Superman,
I'm here to rescue you,
I wanna save you girl,
come be in Shady's world...

[Dina Rea:]
oh boy you drive me crazy...

[Eminem:]
Bitch you make me hurl...

[Eminem:]
They call me Superman,
Leap tall hoes in a single bound,
I'm single now,
Got no ring on this finger now,
I'll never let another chick bring me down,
In a relationship, save it bitch, babysit? you make me sick,
Superman aint savin shit, girl you can jump on shady's dick,
Straight from the hip, cut to the chase,
I'll tell a mo'fuckin slut to her face,
Play no games, say no names, ever since I broke up with what's her face,
I'm a different man, kiss my ass, kiss my lips, bitch why ask?
Kiss my dick, hit my cash, i'd rather have you whip my ass,
Don't put out? i'll put you out,
Won't get out? i'll push you out,
Puss blew out, copin shit,
Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out,
Am I too nice? buy you ice,
Bitch if you died, wouldn't buy you life,
What you tryin to be, my new wife?
What you Mariah? fly through twice,
But I do know one thing though,
Bitches they come, they go,
Saturday through sunday monday,
Monday through sunday yo,
Maybe i'll love you one day,
Maybe we'll someday grow,
Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway hoe...

[Chorus:]
'Cuz I can't be your superman,
Can't be your superman,
Can't be your superman,
Can't be your superman,
I can't be your superman,
Can't be your superman,
Can't be your superman,
Your superman, your superman...

[Eminem:]
Don't get me wrong,
I love these hoes,
It's no secret,
Everybody knows,
Can't we fuck?
Bitch so what?
That's about as far as your buddy goes,
We'll be friends,
I'll call you again,
I'll chase you around every bar you attend,
Never know what kind of car i'll be in,
[Woman Screaming]
We'll see how much you'll be partying then,
You don't want that,
Neither do I,
I don't wanna flip when I see you with guys,
Too much pride,
Between you and I,
Not a jealous man, but females lie,
But I guess that's just what sluts do,
How could it ever be just us two?
Never loved you enough to trust you,
We just met and I just fucked you,
But I do know one thing though,
Bitches they come they go,
Saturday through Sunday monday,
Monday through Sunday yo,
Maybe I'll love you one day,
Maybe we'll someday grow,
'Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway hoe...

[Eminem & Dina Rae Over Chorus 2x]

[Eminem:]
I know you want me baby,
I think I want you too...

[Dina Rea:]
I think I love you baby...

[Eminem:]
I think I love you too,
I'm here to save you girl,
Come be in shady's world,
I wanna grow together,
Lets let our love unfurl,
You know you want me baby,
You know I want you too,
They call me Superman,
I'm here to rescue you,
I wanna save you girl,
Come be in shady's world...

[Dina Rea:]
Oh boy you drive me crazy...

[Eminem:]
Bitch you make me hurl.

[Eminem:]
First thing you said...

[Eminem As Women:]
I'm not phazed,
I hang around big stars all day,
I don't see what the big deal is anyway,
You're just plain ol' Marshall to me...

[Eminem:]
Ooh yeah girl run that game...

[Eminem As Women:]
Haily Jade...I love that name,
Love that tattoo...what's that say?
'rot in pieces' aww that's great...

[Eminem:]
First off you don't know Marshall at all,
So don't grow partial,
That's ammo for my arsenal,
I'll snap you off that bar stool,
There goes another lawsuit,
Leave handprints all accross you,
Good lordy-wody you must be blown off that water bottle,
You want what you can't have,
Ooh girl that's too damn bad,
Don't touch what you can't grab,
End up with two back hands,
Put Anthrax on a Tampax and slap you till you can't stand,
Girl you just blew your chance,
Don't mean to ruin your plans,
But I do know one thing though,
Bitches they come they go,
Saturday through Sunday Monday,
Monday through Sunday yo,
Maybe I'll love you one day,
Maybe we'll someday grow,
'Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway hoe...

[Eminem & Dina Rae Over Chorus 2x]

[Eminem:]
I know you want me baby,
I think I want you too...

[Dina Rea:]
I think I love you baby...

[Eminem:]
I think I love you too,
I'm here to save you girl,
Come be in Shady's world,
I wanna grow together,
Lets let our love unfurl,
You know you want me baby,
You know I want you too,
They call me Superman,
I'm here to rescue you,
I wanna save you girl,
Come be in shady's world...

[Dina Rea:]
Oh boy you drive me crazy...

[Eminem:]
Bitch you make me hurl.

[Chorus 2x B/W Dina Rea Singing]

18.04.2008.

.......50 Cent-In The Club.........

go go go go go go go shawty
its ya birthday
we gonna party like its ya birthday
we gonna sip bicardi like its ya birthay
and u know we dont give a fuck that its ya birthday

u can find me in the club
bottle full of bub
mami i got the x
if u in to takin drugs
im in there havin sex
aint in to makin love
so cum give me a hug
if u in there gettin rubbed

u can find me in the club
bottle full of bub
mami i got the x
if u in to takin drugs
im in there havin sex
aint in to makin love
so cum give me a hug
if u in there gettin rubbed

wen i pull up out front you see the benz on dub's
when i roll 20 deep is 20 knives in the club
niggas heard i fuck with dre now they wanna show me love
when you sound like eminem and the hugs they wanna fuck
but homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's Up
i see xzibit in the cut that nigga roll the weed up
if you watch how i move you mistake me fo a playa or pimp
been hit wit a few shells but i dont walk wit a limp
in the hood the ladys saying 50 you hott
they like me i want em to love me like they love pac
but holla in new york these niggas tell u im loco
when the plan is to put the rap game in a choke-hold
im full in focus man my money on my mind
got a mill out the deal and im still on the grind
now shorty says she fellin my style shes feelin my flow
a girlfriend wit it get ride now we ready to go

u can find me in the club
bottle full of bub
mami i got the x
if u in to takin drugs
im in there havin sex
aint in to makin love
so cum give me a hug
if u in there gettin rubbed

u can find me in the club
bottle full of bub
mami i got the x
if u in to takin drugs-a

17.04.2008.

.......The Game ft. 50 Cent-How We Do........

[Hook - 50 Cent]
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love

[Verse I - Game]
Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh
Crome hyrdolics, 808 drums
You don't want, none
Nigga betta, run
When beef is on, I'll pop that, drum
Come get, some
Pistol grip, pump
If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones
Since red, rum
Ready here I, come
Compton, unh
Dre found me in the, slums
Sellin that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh"
Buck pass the blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Coke and rum
Got weed on the ton
I'm bangin with my hand up her dress like, unh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt

[Verse II - 50 Cent]
I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-lade
Low pro's so low look like I'm riding on blades
In one year mang, a nigga's so paid
I have a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways (Ah!)
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin with the best tre pound on my hip
Teflon on my chest
They say I'm no good
Cuz I'm so hood
Rich folks do not want me around
Cuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop off
Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out
They call me new money, say I have no class
I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast
The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash
Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass

[Hook]

[Verse III - Game]
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin on bulbs
Hit one switch mang, that ass so low
Cali got niggaz in New York ridin on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip
Gold chain on my chest (Ah!)

[Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent]
[50 Cent]
50, unh
Bentley, unh
Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum
Automatic, gun
Fuck 'em one-on-one
We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done
Homie, it's Game time
[Game]
You ready? Here I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk
It took two, months
But Fifty got it done
Signed with G-unit
Had niggaz like, "huh?"
Don't try to front
I'll leave yo' ass, slumped
Thinkin I'm a punk
Get your fuckin head, lumped
Fifty got a, gun
[50 Cent]
Ready here he come
Gotta sick, vendetta
To get this, chedda
Meet my Ba, Retta
The dra-ma, setta
Sip Am-a, retta
My flow sounds, betta
Than average
On tracks I'm a savage
I damage
Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)

16.04.2008.

........Eminem ft. DMX,Obie Trice-Go To Sleep.........

[Eminem]
I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work
For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough
Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies
As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us
Coming to terms, where we can agree
There ain't gonna be, no reason, speakin wit me
You speak on my seed, then me, no speak ingles
So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless
You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh
And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see
A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen
And you're gonna see, this gangsta pie on himself
I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best believe you gone know me
When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony
Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me
Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful
I'm rid of you, all you, Ja, you'll get it too!

[Chorus]
Now go to sleep bitch!
Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch! (what?)
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes?
And go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!
Go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah...
...Go to sleep bitch!

[Obie Trice]
We got you niggaz, nervous
On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthless
You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please
You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third
You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin?
When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when
You fuck with a label overseein the Earth
Shady muthafucka, O. Trice's birth
And as I mold, I become a curse
So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf
Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who
Depicts fiction in his verse
And as I breathe, and you be deceased
The world believe you deceived just to speak
You'se not the streets, you'se the desk
Use not your chest nigga, use a vest
Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death
Six feet deep, nigga, that's the debt

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets
I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat
Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet
Understand my pain, the rain ain't sweet
Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going
Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin
But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life
Easy-going with the same one that started the fight
He be knowing how dog get, when dog gone bite
Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life
Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight
Cuz it's all good, it's all right
Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back
Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac
Blood Line, and, we can go track for track
Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that?

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
All you motherfuckers! take that!
Here, take this too, bitch! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo!
We're killin all you motherfuckers dead, all you!
Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press!
Rot, motherfuckers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt!
Die nameless, bitch, die nameless! No more fame!
Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha
Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, ha
15.04.2008.

.........Eminem ft. Dido-Stan.......

Chorus: Dido]

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I..
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad..

[1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over raindrop background]
[2nd Chorus: full volume with beat right after "thunder" noise]

[Eminem as 'Stan']
Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him
I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was fat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back,
just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan
This is Stan

[Chorus: Dido]

[Eminem as 'Stan']
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance
I ain't mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer fans
If you didn't wanna talk to me outside your concert
you didn't have to, but you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you,
four hours and you just said, "No."
That's pretty shitty man - you're like his fuckin idol
He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein lied to
Remember when we met in Denver - you said if I'd write you
you would write back - see I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither;
he used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in your songs
so when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
cause I don't really got shit else so that shit helps when I'm depressed
I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growin up
You gotta call me man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose
Sincerely yours, Stan -- P.S.
We should be together too

[Chorus: Dido]

[Eminem as 'Stan']
Dear Mister-I'm-Too-Good-To-Call-Or-Write-My-Fans,
this'll be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word - I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters;
I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drowning
but didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drowning
Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy
and all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped +ALL+ of your pictures off the wall
I love you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it
I hope your conscience EATS AT YOU and you can't BREATHE without me
See Slim; [*screaming*] Shut up bitch! I'm tryin to talk!
Hey Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin in the trunk
but I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like you
cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more, and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how'm I supposed to send this shit out?
[*car tires squeal*] [*CRASH*]
.. [*brief silence*] .. [*LOUD splash*]

[Chorus: Dido]

[Eminem]
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
and here's an autograph for your brother,
I wrote it on the Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I musta missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin dogg,
c'mon - how fucked up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some counseling
to help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin just fine
if you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you but Stan
why are you so mad? Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
and had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
and in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about, his name was.. it was you
Damn!

14.04.2008.

.......Eminem-Cleanin Out My Closet........


Where's my snare, I have no snare in my headphones, there ya' go, yeah, yo', yo'...

Have you ever been hated or discriminated against, I have, i've been protested and demonstrated
against, picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times, sick is the mind of the
motherfuckin' kid that's behind, all this commotion, emotions run deep as ocean's explodin',
tempers flaring from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin', not takin' nothin' from no one,
give 'em hell long as i'm breathin', keep kickin' ass in the mornin', an' takin' names in the
evening, leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth, see they can trigger me but
they'll never figure me out, look at me now, I bet ya' probably sick of me now, ain't you mama,
i'ma make you look so ridiculous now...

[CHORUS]

I'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to make you cry, but tonight i'm
cleanin' out my closet, {one more time}, I said i'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I
never meant to make you cry, but tonight i'm cleanin' out my closet...

I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one knows it, so before they thrown me
inside my coffin and close it, i'ma expose it, i'll take you back to '73, before I ever had a
multi-platinum sellin' Cd, I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months, my faggot father
must have had his pantie's up in a bunch, cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye,
no I don't on second thought, I just fuckin' wished he would die, I look at Hailie and I
couldn't picture leavin' her side, even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try, to make it
work with her at least for Hailie's sake, I maybe made some mistakes but i'm only human, but i'm
man enough to face them today, what I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, but the smartest
shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun, cause id'a killed 'em, shit I would have shot
Kim and him both, it's my life, i'd like to welcome y'all to the Eminem show...

[CHORUS]

Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition, take a second to listen for you
think this record is dissin', but put yourself in my position, just try to envision witnessin'
your Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen, bitchin' that someone's always goin'
through her purse and shits missin', going through public housing systems, victim of
Munchausen's syndrome, my whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'til I grew
up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya' stomach, doesn't it, wasn't it the reason you made
that Cd for me, ma, so you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma, but guess what, your
gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely, and Nathan's growing up so quick, he's gonna
know that your phoney, and Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful, but
you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral, see what hurts me the most is you won't
admit you was wrong, bitch, do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom, but how dare
you try to take what you didn't help me to get, you selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in
hell for this shit, remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me, well guess
what, I am dead, dead to you as can be...

[CHORUS]

13.04.2008.

........G-Unit-Smile.........


[50 Cent]
Yeah, this somethin special y'know, somethin epic
Lloyd Banks, you know
Cause a nigga thuggin don't mean he don't
Don't wanna see you smile baby

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Wooo! I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smi-ile
I wanna be the reason you smile
After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes

[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
I'm gettin the feelin you wanna take revenge
From the conversations we have and the way it ends
You wanna discuss me in front of your lady friends
That's why it's just me and my Mercedes Benz
It all depends, maybe if we make amends
We can start from scratch
Learn to control your temper and remarks in fact
We plan to be platonic with our hearts in tact
So everytime we seperate, somebody's marchin back
You're amazing in the sack
Eyes slanted like you're Asian, but you're black
God Bless whoever gave you alla that
If you seen her from the back
You'd understand why dis feel like that
And ain't a flaw to her toes, the Lord knows
Her pussy good enough to miss award shows
And I ain't gotta say nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you feelin down
Let the thought of me be (I be the reason you smile)
I don't wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown
I wanna bring you joy and be (I be the reason you smile)
Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be (I be the reason you smile)
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I'm just happy I'm around to be (I be the reason you smile)

[Verse Two: Lloyd Banks]
The main reason I been lookin at you pitiful
What about the half of this shit I done did to you
Violated and took (?) into a crib or two
I've come clean to be a bigger individual
Even though you're busy boo, the evening's when I visit you
Kinda makes me feel lucky, cause I see niggaz
when you tease 'em with your physical
She wanna rack up her brooms, I ain't got no more room left
Wild drama, section 8 princess
My foreign chick bad, but she been stressed
Cause it's hard to communicate
Cause she don't speak-a no english
I been around the world from state to state
But now I'm back bustin in your bathroom
Got you laughin in your shower cap, let's get it on
Cause I'm leavin in a hour, fly-through, don't matter she's mad
Even when I holla back
All I really need your attention for a while
And, I bet you I can make you smile

[Chorus - 2X]

12.04.2008.

......Eminem-Sing For The Moment.....

[Verse #1]
These ideas are nightmares for white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out
Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
Come on...

[Chorus:]
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me,just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

[Verse #2]
Entertainment is changing, intertwine it with gansters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're unholy, only have one homey
Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can degrate, or even worse, they can teach hate
Its like kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphasis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorney's all gonna turn it to
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt make sense, Pete
It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal,
How the fuck can i raise a little girl?
I couldn't. i wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!

[Chorus]

[Verse #3]
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and i'll get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols
And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales
You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can

[Chorus]

[Chorus Without Beat]

[Instrumental]

11.04.2008.

.......G-Unit-Beg For Mercy........

G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm gettin yo ass

[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas
Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra
You don't wanna bang wit the best
I'll have Doc removin fragments from your chest
They say God's a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive
Thirty shells I let off don't curse my kid
They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty you changed
Nigga you stunt, I pull out
And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar
I think he's flyin
Eight outta eight on movin targets
You run? You still dyin
Check my resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco

[Chorus - Tony Yayo]
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks

Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks

[Tony Yayo]
There once was some niggas that tried to murda me
I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery
This 4-5 has made a lot of guys apologize
The truth come out, 'stead of hearin' a lot of lies
Some niggas catch a case and then claim they hard
A couple chest wounds will make a nigga change his heart
I just play my part, and while you shootin up cars
I'm smokin' niggas like a Cuban cigar
Let's get it poppin'

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef
We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth
I'm in and out the night clubs, A-D-D
Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks
These niggas tellin' out the blue
So you hang em off the bridge
At least they'll have to helicopter you
The Jimmy lived in the bags, the Bell or Hop will do
I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in high school
You can tell I came a long way in my sense, home grown
That's why them little niggas in the projects love me
You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues
I don't even freestyle for free
I gave em a break, flew over seas
But it's kinda hard to get homie-sick when there's blue in the trees
Sit back and try to play your role wit the copies
I put more staples in yo ass than a telephone pole, Yea

[Chorus]
10.04.2008.

......DMX ft. Sisqo-What These Bitches Want......

[DMX] Uhh..
[Sisqo] DMX, Sisqo
[DMX] Yo.. what these bitches want from a nigga?
[Sisqo] Dru Hill, yaknahmsayin?
[DMX] What these bitches want from a nigga?
[Sisqo] HmmmMMMMMM (Ruff Ryders) DMX break em off
[DMX] What these bitches want from a nigga?
[Sisqo] Break em off, some..
[DMX]
Aiyyo!! Dog, I meet bitches, discrete bitches
Street bitches, slash, Cocoa Puff sweet bitches (WHAT?)
Make you wanna eat bitches, but not me
Y'all niggaz eat off the plate all you want but not D (UHH)
I fuck with these hoes from a distance
The instant they start to catch feelings
I start to stealin they shit
then I'm out just like a thief in the night
I sink my teeth in to bite
You thinkin life, I'm thinkin more like - whassup tonight?
Come on ma, you know I got a wife
and even though that pussy tight I'm not gon' jeapordize my life (aight?)
So what is it you want from a nigga? (WHAT?)
I gave you, you gave me - BITCH, I blazed you, you blazed me (c'mon)
Nothin more, nothin less, but you at my door
willin to confess that it's the best you ever tested
Better than all the rest, I'm like, "Aight girlfriend, hold up
I gave you, what you gave me Boo, a nut (f'real)"

[Chorus: Sisqo]

What these bitches want from a nigga?
What you want.. (what you want)
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Really want..
What these bitches want from a nigga?
I've been keepin you up on it
Bling bling'n, on that jewelry girl I bought it
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Aiyyo, tell me what you want from me
Baby tell me what you want from me!
(So what you want?)

[DMX]
There was Brenda, LaTisha, Linda, Felicia (okay)
Dawn, LeShaun, Ines, and Alicia (ooh)
Teresa, Monica, Sharron, Nicki (uh-huh)
Lisa, Veronica, Karen, Vicky (damn)
Cookies, well I met her in a ice cream parlor (aight?)
Tonya, Diane, Lori and Carla (okay)
Marina (uhh) Selena (uhh) Katrina (uhh) Sabrina (uhh)
About three Kim's (WHAT?) LaToya, and Tina (WHOO!)
Shelley, Bridget, Cavi, Rasheeda (uh-huh)
Kelly, Nicole, Angel, Juanita (damn!)
Stacy, Tracie, Rohna, and Ronda (WHAT?)
Donna, Ulanda (WHAT?) Tawana, and Wanda (WHAT?)
were all treated fairly but yet and still
bitches is on some other shit now that I'm fuckin wit Dru Hill
But I'ma keep it real (WHAT?)
What the fuck you want from a nigga? (c'mon)
What the fuck you want from a nigga? (c'mon)

[Chorus (w/ minor variations)]

[DMX]
Aiyyo, I think about when a nigga didn't have (YEAH)
and a nigga told a joke, and the bitches didn't laugh
See now I do the math, I see if you got this
and this and this to some cats, that nigga's the shit (aight?)
And that's all they fuckin with, but see these bitches don't know
If these bitches ain't for real, these bitches don't go
Knock on door, no show, I'm sleep tryin to creep
wit yo' best friend, put it in, dig deep

[Sisqo - singing over dub chorus]
X let me talk to em for a minute
Oooohhh I know I know it's so hard to be
a victim of my reality
Heard you callin me names, said I was trife
One thing you gotta know, I'ma be a nigga for life
Ooooooooooh yeahhhhhhhhh yeahhhh
Oahahohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[Chorus 2X (w/ Sisqo ad-libs)]

09.04.2008.

......G-Unit-Gangsta Shit........


[50 Cent - Talking]
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?

[Chorus x2]
They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from talking like that

[50 Cent]
I'm the talk to hit every barbershop and beauty salon
Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on
Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat
Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack
But when I come through, shh... the talking stop
My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot
Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock
All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop
Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not
Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha
I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova
They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you
They ain't used to a G like you, BLAM!

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visit
Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it
I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne
Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James
Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding
After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating
Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber
Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a
Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja
Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must
Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss
So point him out and watch how I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckers!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks
I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps
Begging niggas don't understand though
Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo
Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo
You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know
These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft
'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce
Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic
Waving a white flag, the danger they might have
My niggas buying so much ammo
If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle
Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones
So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes
There's only one team on top, we number one with a glock
Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!

[Chorus]

08.04.2008.

.......DMX-Party Up........

[DMX]
Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO!
[Chorus:]
[DMX]
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in HERE, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL up in HERE, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here
[DMX]
If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight
All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick
and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick
How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit?
Aight
There go the gun click, nine one one shit
All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit
Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime you come around,
it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked
And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to but I'm not him, aight slim?
So watch what you do
Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else and we all thought you loved yourself
But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe they just sayin that, now cause they miss you
Shit a nigga tried to diss you
That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church
Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain cause niggaz still want the fame,
off the name First of all, you ain't rapped long enough to be fuckin with me
and you, you ain't strong enough
So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you
Superman I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic?
Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors
What's gon' be the outcome?
Hmm, let's add up all the factors
You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe
You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know
Your old man say you stupid, you be like,
"So? I love my baby mother, I never let her go
" I'm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over pussy that don't belong to them,
fuck is wrong with them?
They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them who get it on
on the strength of the hands with them, MAN

[Chorus]

[DMX]
I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head
No more talkin - put him in the dirt instead
You keep walin - lest you tryin to end up red
Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead
Cause youse a soft type nigga
Fake up
North type nigga
Puss like a soft white nigga
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water
We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter
The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out
We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out
Nigga runnin his mouth?
I'ma blow his lung out
Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin
You know who gon' find you?
(Who?)
Some old man fishin
Grandma wishin your soul's at rest but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest

[Chorus]

[DMX]
Hold up! ERRRRRRRR!
One.. two.. meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside
All my Ruff
Ry-DERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside
All my big ball-ERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside
All my fly lad-IES gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside
All my street street peoples meet me outside meet me outside, outside motherfucker
X is got y'all bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark Man X got ya bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (Swizz Beatz)
Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin again
[DMX]
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark Man keep you bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark Man keep you bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again
All my streets they bouncin again
Bouncin again, we're bouncin again
Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again
Bouncin again and we bouncin again
Double R keep it comin, ain't nuttin y'all
Ain't nuttin y'all can do, now.. [BOOM]

07.04.2008.

.......50 Cent-If I Can't......

Yea, ha ha, yea, yea

[Hook: 50 Cent]

If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop
Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta
Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine
And I'm around quit playin nigga you can't shine
You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk
After bein hit by the pump, is that whut you want?
Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out
Believe me nigga, thats whut I'm about, gangsta
You could find a nigga sittin on chrome
Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I'm gone (Yea!)

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent (Dr Dre)]
I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack em
You holdin a strap, he might come back so clap em
React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin
Cuz you'll get hit & homicide'll be askin, "Whut happened?"
OH NO look who clapped em with the FO' FO'
20 inch rims sitting on LOW PROS
Eastside, Westside niggaz OH NO, NO GO
Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain"
Niggaz don't rob me they know I\'m down to die for my chain
G-UNIT! We get it poppin in the hood
G-UNIT! Muthafucka whuts good?
I'm waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act
I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow em off the map
With the mack, thinkin its all rap
Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap"

(It's a wrap, nigga)

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
I been feelin i had to teach lessons to slow learners
Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner
I dont fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty
I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya'heard me?
When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines
Get locked up, they read books to pass the time
In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind
Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind
They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine
This is God's plan homey, this ain't mine
I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance
And Grandma; who always gotta throw a 100 percent
I'm the drop out who made more more money than these teachers
Roofless/Ruthless like the Coupe but I come with more features
I am whut I am, you could like it or love it
It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothin of it
Fuck it

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby)

Uh huh, hood make it hot
Dr Dre, Aftermath
Shady, ha ha

06.04.2008.

.......Eminem-Ass Like That.........

[Chorus]
The way you shake it, I can't believe it
I ain't never seen an ass like that
The way you move it, you make my pee pee go
Doing, doing, doing

I don't believe it, it's almost too good to be true
I ain't never seen an ass like that
The way you move it, you make my pee pee go
Doing, doing, doing

The way she moves she's like a belly dancer
She's shaking that ass to that new nelly jam, I
Think someones at the door
But I don't think I'm gonna answer
Police saying "freeze"
Doing, doing, doing
What do you mean freeze?
Please, I'm a human being, I have needs
I'm not done, not till I'm finish peeing
I am not resisting arrest, I am agreeing Mr. Officer
I'm already on my knees
I can't get on the ground any further, it's impossible for me
And do not treat me like a murderer, I just like to pee, pee, pee
Yes, I make r&b, I sing song it go
Ring-a-chong, a-ching-chong-chong-chong-ching
Psych, I joke, I joke, I kidd, I kidd
If I offend I'm sorry, please, please forgive
For I am Triumph, the puppet dog, I am a mere puppet
I can get away with anything I sing, you will love it

[Chorus]

Jessica Simpson, looks oh so temptin'
Nick I ain't never seen an ass like that
Everytime I see that show on MTV my pee pee goes
Doing, doing, doing

Mary-Kate and Ashley used to be so wholesome
Now they're getting older, they're starting to grow bum bums
I go to the movies and sit down with my pop corn
Police saying "freeze"
Doing doing doing
What do you mean freeze?
Geez, I just got my seat
I have ticket, look, I put away my zipper zipped
Please do not remove me from this movie theater please
I did not even get to see Mary-Kate shower scene
I didn't mean to be obscene or make a great big scene
And don't treat me like I'm pee wee herman, this movies PG
Mr. Officer, I demand to see my attorney
I will simply plead innocent, cop a plea and be free
Free, yes, free, right back on the streets
What you mean my lawyer's with Michael, he's too busy?
I am Triumph, Britney Spears has shoulders like a man
And I can say that and you'll laugh cuz that is a puppet on my hand

[Chorus]

Hilary Duff is not quite old enough so
I ain't never seen a butt like that
Maybe next year I'll say ass and she'll make my pee pee go
Doing, doing, doing

The way she moves she dances like a go-go
In that video she sings get out your bozo
I need a new boyfriend, hi my name is JoJo
Police saying "freeze"
Doing, doing, doing
What do you mean freeze?
My computers would be seized and my keys to my ranch
I just baked cookies Mr. Officer, looky, take a whiff of these
Here, I make Jesus juice, take a sip of this
Nobody is safe from me, no not even me
I don't even know if I can say the word pee pee, pee
On the radio, but I think I did
Janet, is that a breast, I think I just saw a tit
Psych, I joke, I joke, I kidd, I kidd
I don't think my joke is working, I must flee quick
Get to the chopper, everybody get out
I am not Triumph, I am Arnold, get down

[Chorus]

So Gwen Stefani, will you pee pee on me please?
I ain't never seen an ass like that
Cuz the way you move it, you make my pee pee go
Doing, doing, doing

Fuck is wrong with you? (ha!)

05.04.2008.

......2Pac-Me Against The World........

[2Pac]It's just me against the world
[girl]Oooohhh, oooohhh
[2Pac]Nuttin to lose..
It's just me against the world baby
[girl]Oahhhh, oahhhahh
[2Pac]I got nuttin to lose
It's just me against the world
[girl]Oh-hahhh
[2Pac]Stuck in the game
Me against the world baby

Verse One: 2Pac

Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin
There ain't no stoppin me
Constantly movin while makin millions
Witnessin killings, leavin dead bodies in abandoned buildings
Carries to children cause they're illin
Addicted to killin and the appeal from the cap peelin
Without feelin, but will they last or be blasted?
Hard headed bastard
Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermath
More bodies being buried -- I'm losing my homies in a hurry
They're relocating to the cemetary
Got me worried, stressin, my vision's blurried
The question is will I live? No one in the world loves me
I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers
Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin this anger
Don't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is
What's the use unless we're shootin no one notices the youth
It's just me against the world baby

[girl]Me against the world
[2Pac]It's just me against the world
[girl]Ooooh yeah, ooo-hooo
[2Pac]It's just me against the world
[girl]Me against the world
[2Pac]Cause it's just me against the world baby
[girl]Hey!!
[2Pac]Me against the world
[girl]Ooooh yeah
[2Pac]I got nuttin to lose
It's just me against the world baby
[girl]I got nothing to lose

Verse Two: Dramacydal

Could somebody help me? I'm out here all by myself
See ladies in stores, Baby Capone's, livin wealthy
Pictures of my birth on this Earth is what I'm dreamin
Seein Daddy's semen, full of crooked demons, already crazy
and screamin I guess them nightmares as a child
had me scared, but left me prepared for a while
Is there another route? For a crooked Outlaw
Veteran, a villian, a young thug, who one day shall fall

Everday there's mo' death, and plus I'm dough-less
I'm seein mo' reasons for me to proceed with thievin
Scheme on the scheming and leave they peeps grieving
Cause ain't no bucks to stack up, my nuts is backed up
I'm bout to act up, go load the Mac up, now watch me klacka
Tried makin fat cuts, but yo it ain't workin
And Evil's lurking, I can see him smirking
when I gets to pervin, so what?
Go put some work in, and make my mail, makin sales
Risking 25 with a 'L', but oh well

[girl]Me against the world
[2Pac]With nuttin to lose
It's just me against the world
[girl]Ooh yeah.. oooh-ooooh
[2Pac]It's just me against the world baby
[girl]Me against the world
[2Pac]I got nuttin to lose
It's just me against the world
[girl]Oahhhohh
[2Pac]Ha ha
It's just me against the world baby
[girl]Ha-ahh, HA-AHH!
[2Pac]With nuttin to lose
It's just me against the world baby
[girl]Me against the world, hoahhh
[2Pac]Me against the world
I got nuttin to lose
It's just me against the world baby
[girl]Ha-hahh (hehe) heyy!

Verse Three: 2Pac

With all this extra stressin
The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath
When will I finaly get to rest? Through this supression
they punish the people that's askin questions
And those that possess, steal from the ones without possesions
The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons
Don't settle for less - even the genius asks-es questions
Be grateful for blessings
Don't ever change, keep your essence
The power is in the people and politics we address
Always do your best, don't let the pressure mak

[ ]

04.04.2008.

........Eminem-Busniess.......

Marshall, sounds like an SOS...

Holy wack, unlyrical lyrics Andre, you're fuckin' right...

To the rapmobile, let's go...

{Marshall, Marshall}, bitches and gentlemen, it's showtime, hurry hurry, step right up,
introducing the star of our show, his name is, {Marshall}, you wouldn't want to be anywhere else
in the world right now, so without further ado, I bring to you, {Marshall}...

You 'bout to witness hip-hop in it's most purest, more rawest form, flow almost flawless, most
hardest, most honest known artist, chip off the old block, but ol' Doc is, {back}, looks like
Batman brought his own Robin, oh God, Sadam's got his own Laden, with his own private plane, his
own pilot, set to blow college dorm rooms doors off the hinges, oranges, peach, pears, plums,
syringes, {vnn vnn}, yeah here I come, i'm inches, away from you, dear fear none, hip-hop is in
a state of 911, so...

[CHORUS]

Let's get down to business, I don't got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus
in town, let's shut the shit down on these clowns, can I get a witness, {hell yeah}, let's get
down to business, I don't got no time to play around, what is this, must be a circus in town,
let's shut the shit down on these clowns, can I get a witness, {hell yeah}...

Quick gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles, gee willikers Dre, holy bat syllables, look at
all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham when i'm gone, time to get rid of these rap criminals,
so skip to your lou while I do what I do best, you ain't even impressed no more, you're used to
it, flows too wet, nobody close to it, nobody says it, but still everybody knows the shit, the
most hated on out of all those who say they get hated on in eighty songs and exaggerate it all
so much, they make it all up, there's no such thing, like a female with good looks, who cooks
and cleans, it just means so much more to so much more people when you're rappin' and you know
what for, the show must go on, so i'd like to welcome y'all to Marshall and Andre's carnival,
c'mon now...

[CHORUS]

It's just like old times, the dynamic duo, two old friends, why panic, you already know who's
fully capable, the two capped heroes, dial straight down the center eight-zero-zero, you can
even call collect, the most feared duet, since me and Elton played career Russian Roulette, and
never even see me blink or get to bustin' a sweat, people steppin' over people just to rush to
the set, just to get to see an emcee who breathes so freely, ease over these beat's and be so
breezy, Jesus how can shit be so easy, how can one Chandra be so Levy, turn on these beats,
emcee's don't see me, believe me BET and MTV are gonna grieve, when we leave, dog fo' sheezy,
can't leave rap alone, the game needs me, 'till we grow beards, get weird, and disappear into
the mountains, nothin' but clowns down here, but we ain't fuckin around round here, yo' Dre,
what up, can I get a hell, hell yeah, now...

[CHORUS]

So there you have it folks, {Marshall}, has come to save the day, back with his friend Andre,
and to remind you that bullshit does not pay, because, {Marshall}, and Andre are here to stay
and never go away until our dying day until we're old and grey, {Marshall}, so until next time
friends, same blonde hair, same rap channel, good night everyone, thank you for coming, your
host for the evening, {Marshall}, oh, ha...

03.04.2008.

......Coolio-Gangsta's Paradise......

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life
And realize there's nothing left
'Cause I've been blasting and laughing so long
That even my momma thinks that my mind has gone
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You betta watch how ya talking
And where ya walking
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk

I really hate to trip but I gotta loc
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke
Fool, I'm the kinda g that little homie's wanna be like
On my knees in the night
Saying prayers in the street light

1-Been spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise (2)

Keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise (2)

Look at the situation, they got me facing
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the state
So I gotta be down with the 'hood team
Too much television watching, got me chasing dreams
I'm an educated fool with money on my mind
Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I'm a locked out gangsta, set tripping banger
And my homies are down so don't arouse my anger
Fool, death ain't nothing but a heart beat away
I'm living life do or die, what can I say?
I'm twenty-three now, will I ever live to see twenty-four
The way things is going I don't know.

2-Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me?
(rpt 1)

Power in the money, money in the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody's running, but half of them ain't looking
It's going on in the kitchen
But I don't know what's cooking.
They say I gotta learn
But nobody's here to teach me
If they can't understand it, how can they reach me?
I guess they can't
I guess they won't, I guess they front
That's why I know my life is out of luck, foo!
(rpt 1, 2, 2)

03.04.2008.

......G-Unit-My Buddy........

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life I'll stick 'em out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
Stay in your place I recommend or say hello to my little friend

[Lloyd Banks]

Everywhere I go I gotta tag along
Cause my buzz gettin' strong And they mad I'm on
He ride with me when I pass the mall
And wait for me on the bench when I run a game of basketball
One sqeeze will make a bastard fall
Gasp and crall
You need a bulletproof vest mask and all
Bring your buddy when it's time to roam (why?)
Cause I got hit the last time I left mine at home
My hand bling full of platinum the shine is chrome
He even got closet space inside of my home
He ain't never been broke he glitchless
So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
Infared beam in the scope for distance
The best company when approaching business
He who ride with me to the end
We all gotta friend
And mine is a G-U-N.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

My buddy gotta temper he dyin' to pop off
Last time he did the cops had the block all locked off
Take them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash can
My finger tips sore for four hours I bagged grams
She meet him his destination hell or heaven
Cause I only bring em out for that 187
He dont have a heart I just keep feeding him shells
He get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring bell
Ms. Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on me
They came I ran I had to toss my other little homie
Niggas they all got new friends so they stay in there place kid
I stay screamin' on niggaz and beatin' up base heads
These niggaz sayin' doley just like they pretend
Keep fuckin' around they gon say hello to my little friend.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

[Young Buc]

We been through it all yet we both still livin'
We been in a box but we both still spittin'
And when there was beef you even played your position
Got under the seat until we spotted our victim
At first they wouldn't listen to they heard you go off
Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York
And little did they know we was ready for war
Bet that nigga wished he'd never stick his head out the door
See whenever you come out something happen on the block
You the reason that nigga done stop rappin' like Pac
People see you ain't run and you even say shit
They just know you ain't nothin' to play wit
Stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole
When the first one get out the next one go
To know where your headed you gotta know where you been
The glock stay with me we friends till the end.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
03.04.2008.

.....Marchelo ft. Sky Wikler-Otkucaji.......


[1.strofa (Marchelo)]:
‘Ajde, najzad, skontaj sve
konto je da ne kontas klosare,
preko glave sranje doslo je, dosta je:
veza ocaj je, znas to, zar ne?
Neko mora da tornja se!
Stvarno stalno pijemo poraze,
i to je tako kad ljudi smore se,
vidim oblake, a kazem “Sve oke!”
…al’ zipa: ja nisam tvoja piksla,
treba ti tudja kita, ne jebem da te titram,
-plus, nemas muda da mi priznas da
ti si ta koja ne pravi flow,
ti si ta koja preti da je gotovo,
ti si ta koja zivi dokono, pa bi okolo
da pravi lom po svom, ponovo. K’o olovom
pucas lazima- kazi bar: “Trazim kar, masis stvar!”
Mi smo lazni par, gasis nas, gazis bas,
al’ osecas da nismo promasaj- jer,
samo ja pratim otkucaj!
Ne znas nikog ko te tao zna!
U stvari si samo prosek, u tripu da si riba-zmaj!
Ma daaaj…

[Pred-refren (Wikluh Sky)]:
Vise ne govoris.
U stanju si da me sutnes, hoces da odmoris,
neko drugi te vuce- sta su nasi odnosi?
Kazes, tesko mozes jos uvek da me podnosis, da odlazis…

[Refren (Wikluh Sky)]:
Sve mi se cini da se grdno varas,
jer vec sledeceg momenta, ti si tu!
Batali poruke, spike izmedju redova!
Zelimo se k’o prvi put…
Slusam tvoga srca otkucaje,
nema niko ko me tol’ko zna, jer
tebi pripadam, ti otvoris me,
tebi pripadam, ne reci mi ne!

U slucaju prekomernih problema klinka se klinkom izbija Hehe, pa da

[2.strofa (Marchelo)]:
I posle svega, jebiga, hodam tom istom stazom:
Marchelo de Facto- ziljavih picki degustator…
Tom trasom zaknjav’o odavno,
glavno da stalno sam s ravom,
i to ti je tako, moj bato, jerbo ne mogu s pravom…
E, pa, izvin’te me, teta-tasto, ja sam za stvarno!
I doselio bih se za stalno, al’ vam se cerka hefta na kvarno,
pa sam post’o kurajber, los frajer: sta god da je riba
mastala,
gurnem triput, isprskam, odem kuci srecan- masala,
masala!
Isto mi se vatala Hale Beri ili ona bangava s vasara:
Glava- svastara, kita- svastoed smuckam kao Nigrutin
sataras!
Al’ nece biti raskida, ti isti si skot k’o i ja,
pa dzabe treskas vratima, jer- eto te nazad, za da-dva…

[Pred-refren & Refren]

02.04.2008.

.........Marchelo ft. Frenkie,Edo Maajka- Creme de la creme 2

[Marchelo]
I sta
Izbola zika sipa, zipa ista ekipa
I sta
Nikad duplikat, slika i prilika lika sto kida
I sta
skida sa beat-a MC shit-a, i kida za kokolje zita
I sta
za pokojne pita kada elita masakrira taj ritam
I sta
Uzmi oklop, sljedi potop, potom ponor
I sta
Bodem ko Connor, tvoj ponos i tvoj spor flow
I sta
stil kao Blitz-Krieg, egoistik kaze da pizdis
I sta
debeli slistim, ceo tvoj listing, kao shit dim
I sta
Mic, Lira, Beat
I sta
Kada rokam, kao stoka, svega sit
I sta
Cim bacim taj stih, ko rafal na njih, cujes taj krik
Da znas da jebeno predano, kidamo
Svedemo sve to sto vidimo na sitno i dim
A ovih dana raperi su skroz so clean so fresh
I stilistima svijeta 'nako bash skroz resh kao lesh
Marchelo oduvek roka core nikad stil mek
I sad kad vratim flash back mi ne treshti tresh track
I nije to cash bre, jer nisam kershme
I sta
Fake na bini nem kad dere Creme
I sta
Frenkie, Chelo i Edo, bedo stize ti torpedo
I sta
Respekt iz shkole,a mnogi na mic-u imaju proliv
Kada uz ritam podju priprosto rimati
Ti moras da skidas rukave i da ribas

[Frenkie]
Kaze da sam los,i misli da me s time vrijedj'o
Njegova ekipa gay kao sasha tin i kedzo
Moz'te glumit' da ste hardcore ti i tvoj friend
Ali meni izgledate kao pederski BOY BAND
Navikni se na to, dizem rap na visi plato
Dosta mic-ova sam 'fato, vrijeme isplate je zato
Pros'o brda i blato, iza sebe cijelo jato
Nije uvijek bilo lako, al' sam post'o jaci zato
Bez ikakvog stajanja idemo u nova osvajanja
Kazem ono sto mislim bez ikakvog care kajanja
Ima lajanja, al' picke skoro nikad ne grizu
Nego padaju u krizu, jer ih skidamo u nizu
Ne mogu nam pric' blizu, pa im onda krivo
Ne mogu napunit' salu kao mi i "hladno pivo"
Ma nek' si vala 5 godina prije mene snim'o
Al' u tom periodu nisi nijednog hita im'o
Da, ja sam taj, dvan'esta i sedamn'esta
NO SIKIRIKI, tad se ljudi dizu sa mjesta
Joj Boze...jes' dobro bit' JA
Dok drugi bla bla, Frenkie satisfakciju da
Sjebem te na tren, kad dodjem na vas JAM
MIC vruc kao fen, svaki MC je nijem
Brz kao Jackie Chan, beogradsko-tuzlanski slang
Marko - Edo - Adnan = Creme de la Creme

[Edo Maajka]
Brcansko djubre k'o baruta puno bure
Jebi mene, na mezaru cu ti ja procitat' sure
Fakeri placu, onda Maajka daje sise
Fakeri kad pljuju, onda Edo Mati placa mise
Galeb sa Save postane savska ala
Popizdim do jaja, kazu: Edo bila je sala
Kad cujem takve viceve, prsti mi se pretvore u BIC-eve
Rime koje lete pretvore se u gillette
JEZA...pljuvaci bicete meza
Jest' vas nije fer, bacicu vas, nek vas jede ker
Mali cuko, cuko bi se tuko [av-av]
Bagra bi se tukla, jer mu cura Edu za kitu vukla
Pa povuci me i ti, k'o sto u prici vuku repu
Ljubomorne picke, Edo zaradjuje na RAP-u
Danas je Bajram, pa onda necu da karam
Za moju kitu nemas dosta vazelina, rekla mi je tvoja strina
Tvoja tetka, mama, tajnice,sestre tvoje
Sve one kupuju CD-ove moje
Zato, mamu vam jebem
Majka vam jebe vasu majku
Vi imate prijetnje, ja zidarsku saku
Oko tebe su playeri, oko mene sljakeri
Oko tebe sminkeri, oko mene s Arizone sverceri
Ti si k'o Sean Puffy, ja sam vise k'o Gadafi
K'o Che Gevara Mati, kad roka razara bolan

01.04.2008.

........Eminem-Without Me.........


[Intro (Obie Trice)]
"Obie Trice/Name No Gimmicks..."

[Refrain 1]
2 trailer park girls go round the outside
round the outside, round the outside
[Repeat Refrain 1]

[Refrain 2]
Guess who's back, back again
Shady's back, tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back,
Guess who's back
Guess who's back...

[Verse 1]
I've created a monster, cuz nobody wants to
see Marshall no more they want Shady I'm chopped liver
well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya
a little bit of me mixed with some hard liquor
some vodka that'll jumpstart my heart quicker then a
shock when I get shocked at the hospital by the Dr. when I'm not cooperating
when I'm rocking the table while he's operating
you waited this long now stop debating cuz I'm back,
I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know that you got a job Ms. Cheney but your husbands heart problem's complicating
So the FCC wont let me be or let me be me so let me see
they tried to shut me down on MTV but it feels so empty without me
So come on and dip, bum on your lips fuck that,
cum on your lips and some on your tits and get ready cuz this shit's about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits Fuck
YOU DEBBIE_!

[Chorus X2]
Now this looks like a job for me so everybody just follow me
cuz we need a little controversy,
cuz it feels so empty without me

[Verse 2]
Little hellions kids feeling rebellious
embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis
they start feeling the prisoners helpless,
'til someone comes along on a mission and yells "bitch"
A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution, pollutin the air waves a rebel
so let me just revel an bask, in the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass
and it's a disaster such a catastrophe for you to see so damn much of my ass you ask for me?
Well I'm back [batman sound]
fix your bent antennae tune it in and then I'm gonna
enter in and up under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kids ears and nesting
Testing "Attention Please" feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
here's my 10 cents my 2 cents is free
A nuisance, who sent, you sent for me?

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 3]
A tisk-it a task-it, I'll go tit for tat with anybody who's talking this shit that shit.
Chris Kirkpatrick you can get your ass kicked
worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards, and Moby
you can get stomped by Obie, you 36 year old bald headed fag blow me
You don't know me, you're too old let go its over, nobody listens to techno
Now lets go, give me the signal I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil ever since
Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes the shit just seems, everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm disgusting, but its just me I'm just obscene
Though I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley, to do Black Music so selfishly
and use it to get myself wealthy (Hey)
there's a concept that works
20 million other white rappers emerge
but no matter how many fish in the sea it'd be so empty without me

[Chorus X2]

(Hum dei dei la la Hum dei dei la la... la la la) [X2] "Kids"
31.03.2008.

.......Edo Maajka-Para Na Paru(us na fukaru)........

Kad je dobar dan , ja izlazim van
2 kila bambusa i jedan panj
kasnim s rentom da platim stan
imam dobar plan , al za njeg nemam gun
zovem mater i oca, stari para daj
kaže: nemam para , jesi normalan?
budi odgovoran, nađi poso bolan
budi uporan i baš si dosadan
nisam luzer , zato pravac burza
znojan u redu , vani 32 plusa
ima posla da me jebe zguza
u oku suza u šupak mi evo šuza
nema posla za SSS
jebo burzu, od nje imaš samo stres
odmah džoks u usta i Zippo kres
kita u dlan i eto mi sex

REFREN:

Para na paru a uš na fukaru
para na paru, đe je uš? eno je, mrš!
para na paru a uš na fukaru
para na paru, ko je uš? eno ga, mrš! (x2)

Evo je uš, ona balkanska uš
to smo i ja i muž, svi smo uš
rađamo bebe tu u carstvu bijede
da uz pjesme Ede posijede

Ne mogu biti bolan profiter
ne znam koristit kompjuter
probo sam bit akviziter
ali bole noge, bolan nisam ker
bio sam čak i kolporter
da mi je bit stilist, ali nisam gay
OK, daj mi oglasnik plav
OK, da radim dok sam zdrav
budi cool , budi MLM
budi naivan, jeben, prevaren
kad te vara vlada, kad te jebe vlada
nema posla a ti željan rada
nema posla za VSS
jebo burzu od nje samo stres
odmah džoks u usta, Zippo kres
kita u dlan i eto mi sex

REFREN:

Para na paru a uš na fukaru
para na paru, đe je uš? eno je, mrš!
para na paru a uš na fukaru
para na paru, ko je uš? eno ga, mrš! (x2)

Evo je uš, ona balkanska uš
to smo i ja i muž, svi smo uš
rađamo bebe tu u carstvu bijede
da uz pjesme Ede posijede

Halo?
dobar dan ko je to , ba?
halo?
jesam dobio 223252
da
u vezi oglasa zovem
za ovaj poso ja sam kao stvoren
to radit hoćem , to radit možem
ako ne onda se rokam nožem
OK, trebate preporuku jednu
pa radio sam ko šum na TV-u
šššššššššš
aaaa jasno mi
šššššššššš
pa to si bio ti
cool , dođi tu
u novinama imaš adresu
ponesi vazelina dvije tube
moj ti muž voli igre grube
dlakave ljude, kitu u zube
i kad ga ljube dole dosta
nekad zovne i ekipu s posla
tako da moš i od njih zaradit,
razumiješ? ono ako im popušiš
tu tu tu....
halo? halo? halo?

REFREN

30.03.2008.

........50 Cent ft. Nate Dogg-21 Questions.........


[50 Cent]
New York City!
You are now rapping...with 50 Cent
You gotta love it...
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy shorty I
Need to see you and feel you next to me
I provide everything you need and I
Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry
Got some questions that I got to ask and I
Hope you can come up with the answers babe

[Nate Dogg]
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...

[50 Cent]
If I fell off tomorrow would you still love me?
If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me?
If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century,
Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?
If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz, would you poof and disappear like
some of my friends?
If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side?
If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?
I'd get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive
I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside
If I ain't rap 'cause I flipped burgers at Burger King
would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me?
In the bed if I used my tongue would you like that?
If I wrote you a love letter would you write back?
Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap
And we could go do what you like, I know you like that

[Nate Dogg]
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It's easy to love me now (Woo!)
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...

[50 Cent]
Now would you leave me if you're father found out I was thuggin'?
Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm loving?
Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you 21 questions?
Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing
Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams?
I'm staring at ya' trying to figure how you got in them jeans
If I was down would you say things to make me smile?
I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how
If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see?
And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me
Would you believe me? Or up and leave me?
How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone?
We only humans girl we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it take
I love you like a fat kid love cake
You know my style I say anything to make you smile

[Nate Dogg]
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...It's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl...

Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us
29.03.2008.

......Eminem-The Way I Am........

[Eminem]
Whatever..
Dre, just let it run
Aiyyo turn the beat up a little bit
Aiyyo.. this song is for anyone.. fuck it
Just shut up and listen, aiyyo..

I sit back with this pack of Zig Zags and this bag
of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be
the most meanest MC on this -- on this Earth
And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse
And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works
And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve
all this tension dispensin these sentences
Gettin this stress that's been eatin me recently off of this chest
and I rest again peacefully (peacefully)..
but at least have the decency in you
to leave me alone, when you freaks see me out
in the streets when I'm eatin or feedin my daughter
to not come and speak to me (speak to me)..
I don't know you and no,
I don't owe you a mo-therfuck-in thing
I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think
I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick
if you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty)..
No patience is in me and if you offend me
I'm liftin you 10 feet (liftin you 10 feet).. in the air
I don't care who is there and who saw me destroy you
Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit
I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
I'm tired of all you (of all you)..
I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be is just me

[Chorus: Eminem]

And I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
Radio won't even play my jam
Cause I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
I don't know it's just the way I am

[Eminem]
Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered
with all of this nonsense it's constant
And, "Oh, it's his lyrical content -
- the song 'Guilty Conscience' has gotten such rotten responses"
And all of this controversy circles me
and it seems like the media immediately
points a finger at me (finger at me)..
So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie
or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up
when you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up
with the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too
When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up his school
and they blame it on Marilyn (on Marilyn).. and the heroin
Where were the parents at? And look where it's at
Middle America, now it's a tragedy
Now it's so sad to see, an upper class ci-ty
havin this happenin (this happenin)..
then attack Eminem cause I rap this way (rap this way)..
But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire
to burn and it's burnin and I have returned

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
I'm so sick and tired of bein admired
that I wish that I would just die or get fired
and dropped from my label and stop with the fables
I'm not gonna be able to top on "My Name is.."
And pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensation
to cop me rotation at rock'n'roll stations
And I just do not got the patience (got the patience)..
to deal with these cocky caucasians who think
I'm some wigger who just tries to be black cause I talk
with an accent, and grab on my balls, so they always keep askin
the same fuckin questions (fuckin questions)..
What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in
The why, the who what when, the where, and the how
'til I'm grabbin my hair and I'm tearin it out
cause they drivin me crazy (drivin me crazy).. I can't take it
I'm racin, I'm pacin, I stand and I sit
And I'm thankful for ev-ery fan that I get
But I can't take a SHIT, in the bathroom
without someone standin by it
No I won't sign your autograph
You can call me an asshole I'm glad

[Chorus (except change first word "And" to "Cause")]

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